Frisco

When I was around 4 years of age, my parents went to San Francisco. One of the gifts they returned with was this huge pencil. Printed all around it were the famous landmarks: Golden Gate Bridge, Nob Hill, trolley cars from the Rice-a-Roni commercials, et al. I thought "these things are huge." See, when I was at work in my coloring books, I'd always been content to use the standard no. 2, Ticonderoga-sized crayons. They were effective and I was able to stay inside the lines on every attempt. If I'd decided to make someone's skin green, it wasn't because my hand made a misstep on account of not being able to corral a writing utensil. It was pure artistic impulse.

My attempts to draw and color with this new-fangled pencil proved tough. I'd basically impaled my coloring books and made sloppy, non-exacting lines on large sheets of newsprint. The baseball team in this "city by the bay" was called the Giants, which naturally led my mind to deduce that giants lived in San Franciso. Who else could use a massive pencil effectively if not a giant?

Needless to say, I've been to San Francisco since then, and just last week visited again for work on a production with Stewart Hopkins. I'd seen the Golden Gate, but never had the opportunity to drive across until now:

Of course, I did manage to get other shots here and there, even a few more of the bridge without the fog.

Just a day before the San Francisco trip, I'd been helping the good folks out at Landreth Studios with this object in studio. You'll just have to use your imagination.

More always, Mike