Tiffany May

  • Something Like Pleasure

    September in San Francisco made Nora weep with its loveliness. Vertical hills rushed up to meet the eye and cloudless sky, plunged down to the Pacific. Pastel Victorian buildings glistened against the deepening azure. In the blossoming parks, couples drifted behind clusters of rhododendron. Oh, it was worse than spring. The Kodachrome light of sunrise…