Because I’m always more interested in the art than the article.
Beautiful type in Vanity Fair by Marion Deuchars.

I finished up these Faces of Type cards just in time to take them to Indiana over Thanksgiving and have my über-talented sister-in-law photograph them.

One of my favorites in the set is “R” which was convenient since my 3 year-old nephew — whose name starts with “R” — took an interest in them. It made me incredibly giddy to watch him rearrange, play, and ask me to help him spell words with the cards.

Perhaps my true calling is creating flash cards with faces and tape…

Feet Portraits
My Feet series will introduce you to the places my feet go and other feet they meet. Some people take pictures of food. I take pictures of feet. There’s more to come. Enjoy.

At a warm afternoon wedding in Sebastopol, California

Inside the infamous The American Grilled Cheese Kitchen

Bringing back memories of my Caltrain commute. Waiting on a southbound train.

I love to travel.

Feet at Jamaica Station, the largest transit hub on Long Island and one of the busiest railroad stations in the country with over 200,000 daily passengers

My dad spent a decent portion of his career traveling to interesting places. At the end of every one of his trips, my brother and I would wait with gleeful anticipation to see what exciting souvenir he had brought home for us.

Night at Madison Square Garden, above Penn Station in NYC

Because of that, it’s no surprise that my dream is to live on a different continent in a country that doesn’t speak English at some point in my life. Until then, I’ll give you feet pictures from my domestic travels.

Feet taking a break in Maryland.

Feet Portraits
My Feet series will introduce you to the places my feet go and other feet they meet. Some people take pictures of food. I take pictures of feet. There’s more to come. Enjoy.

Feet Portraits
My Feet series will introduce you to the places my feet go and other feet they meet. Some people take pictures of food. I take pictures of feet. There’s more to come. Enjoy.

Trapped on the 29th floor with Typography Sketchbook. Not bad.

Feet Portraits
My Feet series will introduce you to the places my feet go and other feet they meet. Some people take pictures of food. I take pictures of feet. There’s more to come. Enjoy.

Waiting on a burrito at Puerto Alegre in the Mission.

Feet Portraits
My Feet series will introduce you to the places my feet go and other feet they meet. Some people take pictures of food. I take pictures of feet. There’s more to come. Enjoy.

While I’m certainly not the first person to document feet (see this gorgeous project) it has been fun to see how it’s inspired other people to start posting their own feet pictures. Nick posted a shot of his bare feet walking down the Travertines while in Hierapolis, Turkey, and Laura shared photos of her equally bare, but blistered feet from the Harbourfront beaches in Toronto.

Yesterday, my cousin sent me pictures from the Kansas City Color Run that he, his wife, and some of their friends participated in on Saturday. I must admit this shot makes me slightly jealous because my husband and I will be missing the San Francisco Color Run in a couple of weeks.

This is your feet on color. At the Kansas City Color Run.

This morning, along with two of our friends, Vince and I participated in the Golden Gate Polo Fields 5K. The weather was cool and slightly foggy — as San Francisco is this time of year — but that only added a magical feel to the gorgeous, wooded course.

Running with friends, not scissors.

We’ll be heading to the East Coast to visit family this week. I’m looking forward to having some fun feet shots to post from our time there!

Feet Portraits
My Feet series will introduce you to the places my feet go and other feet they meet. Some people take pictures of food. I take pictures of feet. There’s more to come. Enjoy.

Every morning I walk the same street to the Montgomery Muni station on my way to work. I can never remember the name; we call it “The Stinky Alley”. I love that I’m color coordinating with the yellow dots by the curb.

Side note: I’ve recently learned that these small sections of yellow, bumpy sidewalk aren’t to trip unassuming women in heels. On the contrary, they are essentially a stop sign for the blind or Braille for your feet. Brilliant.

If you compare my feet from two weekends ago and this past weekend, you’d think the only thing I do is walk around wearing cute dresses, having brunch, and buying groceries in the California sunshine.

…And that thought in itself should teach you to never make assumptions.

Feet with paper bag groceries.

I really like showing movement in this series. Even while at work or hanging out at home, my feet seem to be in a state of perpetual motion. Or maybe I just have restless leg syndrome.

Feet walking. Shadow following

Taking pictures of my feet has made me think more about the shoes I wear each day, and it seems I tend to gravitate toward the same three to four camel colored something-or-other. These past two Sundays I busted out of my comfort zone to sport sandals and a pair of grey wedges. Daring, I know.

Feet with reusable cloth grocery bag.

Feet Portraits
My Feet series will introduce you to the places my feet go and other feet they meet. Some people take pictures of food. I take pictures of feet. There’s more to come. Enjoy.

A combination of last week, this week, and a little bit of everything in between. I’m generally not a prolific person, however socially awkward that may be. That being said, I give you feet.

Feet at the Sunday morning Heart of the City farmer’s market in UN Plaza.

One of my favorite Sunday morning activities is hitting up the Farmer’s Market at UN Plaza at Civic Center. Not only is there a ridiculous abundance of fresh produce, I love the fact that I can purchase most of my grocery list for the week at around $10. While I realize its not all organic, it is local. Can you smell the transportation fumes I’m saving? No. You can’t.

Feet on Pier 14

If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter you’re probably aware that my husband and I have started running…again. Our previous attempts consisted of us running separately, so it really shouldn’t come as a surprise that we’re much more successful when we’re together.

Running feet

A pre-Frameline Opening Night outing with the B’stro team.

Feet with a drink: A pre-movie hang out with the B’stro team

Today was Father’s Day and I’d be lying if I said this weekend wasn’t tough. I’ve never been particularly sentimental. And yes, I’m the girl who forgets holidays, anniversaries, and birthdays — even my own. Saturday morning, I received a card from my aunt with a picture of my dad holding the 1 year old version of me. It was a particularly touching and most likely a common moment in time that I’ll hold onto for as long as I can.

Feet with pops. Love you dad.

Happy Father’s Day to all. Walk on.

Feet Portraits
My Feet series will introduce you to the places my feet go and other feet they meet. Some people take pictures of food. I take pictures of feet. There’s more to come. Enjoy.