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The thing that’s always amazed me about San Francisco is how it changes from block to block. Five dollar cups of coffees are a stone’s throw from public housing.
The World Series celebrations in the Mission District were no different. Dolores and parts of Valencia were strangely quiet. The sirens and honking were faint. Some drank wine and ate dinner outside restaurants as if the World Series never happened.
But Mission Street may as well have been in a different world. Glass bottles full of beer were hurled at police. Fires were set in the middle of the street. I even saw a man jump out of his Cadillac and punch a woman square in the face.
Oh, San Francisco.
Anybody who knows me knows that I’m not much of a sports fan, but I can’t resist the opportunity to go out and take photographs. When I heard that Game 6 of the World Series would take place at Civic Center I knew I had to be there.
I couldn’t pass up the chance to shoot fans dressed in orange against a festively lit city hall. There was also a Phish concert across the street which added some interesting characters.
I typically arrive to assignments over prepared. I bring way too many lenses and enough batteries to last me a week. But for something momentous like the World Series, I decided to bring one camera and two lenses. I came to AT&T Park for games three and five armed with a Sony A7, 35mm and 85mm. The change took a load off mentally and physically.
I got my first assignment from the San Francisco Chronicle on August 24, 2012. The assignment was a quick turnaround for the Bay Area centerpiece. I shot a silhouette. Two years on and nothing has really changed.
10 years ago Lindsay Cutshall and her fiance Jason Allen were murdered just north of Jenner, Calif. The police have yet to find the murderer.
Lindsay’s parents, Chris and Kathy, made the trek out from Ohio this week to visit the beach where the crime took place for the very first time. Friends and family came from all over the country to hold a vigil.
They let me tag along.
Ja Vonne Hatfield has been dancing on a bridge over Highway 101 twice a week for the past two years. He knows how awful the commute is, so he aims to make the drive more entertaining.