Annalog

Does it matter that his eyes are closed? Sadly, I think it does. It’s a shame because the water looks other worldly, almost demonic. (That arm in his face is getting a bit annoying too.) C’est la vie. Another shot. Another time.

I shot a women’s soccer game a few weeks ago — Cal versus UCLA. This was one of UCLA’s attempts on goal. In the end, they won out.

Saturday morning comes, and it’s time for water polo at UC Berkeley’s Spieker Pool once again. Beautiful sunlight. A delightful bit of warmth. And troubled waters. Water polo is great to photograph for two reasons: the drama and the inevitable beautiful photographs. Drops of water are frozen, suspended in the air.

Summer came and quickly left again — short, sweet and reserved for memories. From the look of the brown-leaved trees throughout the Bay Area, it’s hard to tell fall has come. Leaves don’t turn brilliant colors out here on the West Coast. The rainbow of reds, oranges and yellows are mere memories of fall road trips through New England now. I took a walk through Berkeley one night and came across dead twigs and crunchy leaves here and there. The only sign that fall had come — small reminders of summer.

When the Treasure Island Music Festival ended Saturday night, hoards of people streamed out of the gates and toward buses to shuttle them off to San Francisco. After a day of euro pop and dance music, concert-goers were still hyped up and ready to get down, but night slowly overtook the island and the other-worldly glow of concert lights soon faded.