“Sometimes the place that feels most foreign to us, is the place what used to be home.” Paraphrased from a Pico Iyer TEDTalk that I love, this sentence more than sums up the feeling I have when I visit the Bay Area now. A lot slick and shiny newness has replaced the bohemian dilapidation I grew up with. But I found that stripping away color to look at the city in black and white starkness recaptures that moody, mercurial strangeness I remember and love.
