Sixfoot6.com - Putting Stuff Away.

I stood in front of tables and tables of overpriced colors; I stared at bags and buckets of red, green and orange fruit. I had hovered in the same spot just 14 months before, and the basic effect was the same: the noise, the shiny hues, the faint fishy scent. I didn't even bother taking many pictures, because the ones I could remember taking during last year's trip seemed lovely enough. My camera had grown a bit testier in the interim, too. It's a pretty crappy camera, really. I can't afford a new one yet. There were tourists all around us. Josh and I spent a lot of money on produce, there on Pier 39. I've never eaten such delicious cherries; as we walked across the thick, wooden wharf, trash barrels appeared every few paces, perfectly timed for our pits and stems.

Design inspiration comes sporadically, but never when I'm doing client work. I'll stare at a monitor for hours, like I'm tired and stoned, mesmerized by cherries in the sun. But catch the right glance at some random photograph... and a fruity layout designs itself within three hours. I take inspiration when it comes. I miss color, even when it's right in front of me. Hello again.