Steen's home of the certainly strange
One particularly balmy summer’s night of 2012, I couldn’t get to sleep until I had all the windows wide open to allow a minuscule bit of breeze in. Unfortunately, what was a sleep aid earlier in the night came to facilitate my abrupt awakening later on.
The sounds of a man’s voice shouting, a woman’s voice replying groggily, and a car engine idling rose directly into my ears via the open windows.
I got sick of driving, so I’ve been taking public transit to work every day. BART train to Ferry Building, ferry to Marin (and vice-versa). The best part about this change is that now I get to have BART adventures like everybody else in San Francisco.
One of the Buddhist monks from the monastery on 22nd and Capp was sitting down on the seat in front of me. She was small, with a shaved head and robes. I was standing, packed into the train car, next to a tall man with long hair.
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Well, I didn’t like a lot of the shots I took on Tri-X iso 400 film because when we developed them we didn’t realize that we didn’t pour enough developer to submerge the film. But sufficient people seem to like some of these shots that I figure, what the heck, I’ll post em. So here you are, exclusively for your viewing pleasure, is some more film shots!