It's been surreal, one week, back in New Orleans, though it probably dosen't help that my apartment is an exact mirrored version of the one I stayed in last year. (I keep walking to the fridge and find myself looking blankly at the pantry.)
So Saturday I left SFO. The skies were clear, I couldn't ask for better weather to photo San Fransisco. The Sierra Nevada were blanketed with snow, and had only a few remnant puffs of cloud from it's last storm, so I took alot of pictures of the mountains for stock. I had a layover in vegas, and though I did not gamble, l got to see the Grand Canyon at sunset about 20 minutes after take off. I dont believ