A Return Trip


Long, long, LONG ago, my Dad gave me a brand new Pentax K1000 with a 50mm lens and some film for my 16th birthday. Little did he know what he’d done.  It’s nearly 30 years (well, I have a few left before we get to 30) later and I’m still in love with photography.

Thank you, Dad.

I loved (indeed I still love) that camera.  It went with me everywhere for several years.  Now it has entered semi-retirement and sits on a shelf behind my desk at home, waiting.  Every once in awhile I’ll feel the urge and will put a roll of film through it.  It still makes great images.

One particular late afternoon, my friends Dennis and Charlene and I walked out to Pillar Point Harbor’s north jetty.  It was a beautiful afternoon, so we turned north and walked up to the end of the beach. It was the late 80s and we lived in Half Moon Bay – what can I say, there wasn’t much to do.  Dennis and Charlene, now married for twenty-plus years and still some of my favorite people, stood around with me on the beach and then the rocks, joking and laughing, watching as the sun set.  Dennis mugged it up for the camera as he usually did whenever I took a photo of him, even taking the opportunity to chase some gulls down the beach, flapping his arms as he ran.

I ran across the photos from that day a few weeks ago and they brought me back to that day and made me chuckle.  I remember the light and the sound of the surf and the feel of the salty breeze on my face as we walked up the beach.  They are just a few photographs stowed in a box under another box, but they brought back many happy memories.  Memories of that time in my life when I lived on the coast with my Dad and brother and when things were simpler and slower paced.  Before my Dad died and everything changed.  It was a good stretch of years.

Since then I’ve grown up.  Lost my parents.  Moved away.  Got married, had two great kids, got divorced.  Moved back to the Bay Area and started over.   I still love my hometown and, although it has changed a great deal since I left, I love visiting and seeing the familiar places where things happened when I was a younger man.

This week I took the drive over to the coast after work.  I made the same walk from the same parking lot where Den, Char and I parked  (probably in her blue Chevy stepside pickup).  This time, I had a different camera.  I had different reasons for being there.  It was a different sunset.  This time, I was alone, but even so they were with me.   I smiled when I looked over at the rock where Den had stood with his hands in his back pockets, looking out to sea as the sun set on that afternoon long ago.

That’s why photography is important to me. It’s tangible evidence that I was there. That I saw. That I felt. That I mattered.

Time Change – Long Exposure

Time Change - Long Exposure

This is a 7 and a half minute exposure shot on Marshall’s Beach on March 9, just after the sun set. We were hoping for one of those magical, light-up-the-sky type sunsets as there were high altitude storm clouds coming in, but we didn’t get that kind of show. The clouds in motion add that signature streaking in the sky as they made their way through the frame. There was a cargo ship that passed through the bridge while the shutter was open but the small aperture plus two ND filters made its presence a moot point.

San Francisco in the Rain, Fuji X100 and Fuji XE-1

I have spent nights out walking in far more hospitable conditions in which to shoot street photography.  Even so, there’s something uniquely relaxing about walking through the city in the rain intentionally and looking for photographic opportunities among the throngs of people hurrying to get out of the weather.  This is what I brought back.

Checking the time

Checking the time

See Jack Run
See Jack Run

Not in timeNot in time

Golden StarGolden Star

From the Eastern California Desert

From the Eastern California Desert

Nobody’s home.

Pardon the absence! I’ve been playing with my new toy:  The name of the website is derived from my last name (Lincoln) and the figure who appears on the US penny (some other guy named Lincoln).  Catchy, no?

Right!  FINALLY I’ve got a proper website.  I’ll be consolidating some of the content from this blog and incorporating this blog into a spot on the webpage over time.

Please feel free to visit and see some bigger chunks of my work.