The fog of Daily City along with the cool afternoon air send me dreaming of adventures to come and adventures already had.

Learning the Levi way and loving it. A feeling of becoming that is amazing and unexpected.

Loving my new walk down Pacific. The city and bridge merge over the crest of Russian Hill and at least in the 6 something AM fog become something out of Sci Fi. So far I've failed to capture on film (if only I could draw I would draw it. That and the flat aspect of these new streets and alleys hold me in a manic rapture on my walks in. I even adore my 1972 (really has the tags and everything!0 cubicle.

Soon to morning my carefully folded and washed waiting to depart other jeans. The Versace's from when Gianni still graced the world. The Lucky's that were so luck when clubs were where you partied with your two thousand best friends. Calvin's from even before. Chip and Pepper and more Chip and Pepper because American made meant LA. And DK's Pure because beautiful and organic and hot were all values I could embrace. Left are my two pair of Levi Premiums because if they didn't cost a lot I didn't want Levi's and my ass still looks great in them. And now to join them Levi's of all stripes even a one of kind pair of 501's that I look good in!