I went a little overboard with the glow;
I was reading Salinger today, if that's any excuse.
Talking about cities, one of the most important things for me to find in SF was a neighbourhood cafe; some place to hang out, work in and derive inspiration from. Thankfully I found a few. I don't think I'd stay sane without a place to call my own. Above is a painting of my old satellite studio, where I worked out many an idea over conversation and a lot of coffee. That's my seat right there, second from the register.
Do recall this last post: 3/5ths