Clouds, reflections, and robots

I just posted a photo album called Robots over at TypePad.

It starts from downtown Oakland where I couldn’t resist taking some pictures of clouds. Longtime readers will know I find the sky endlessly amazing, especially out here at the western edge of things.

On BART, the reflections from the door windows likewise drew me in. I guess self-portraiture is inevitable. You are the only model you always have available.

The gallery was somewhat dark and kinetic, so many of the shots there are blurry but nonetheless communicate the feeling of the opening, where were served blue colored drinks in sinuous martini glasses.