Paloma Mohn

  A Tapestry of Time Unfolds:   2022 / 2023 Evening Photos from La Paloma Observatory 🌇🌇🌇🌇  In the canvas of the evening sky, A tapestry of time unfolds, Each brushstroke a flicker of sunlight's descent, A softening embrace as daylight turns to night. Time-lapses, a gentle solace, A therapy for the grieving heart, The weight of sorrows released, unraveled, In the fluid dance of nature's timeless art. As shadows stretch their silent limbs, And hues shift from gold to deepening blues, There lies a solace, a fleeting peace, A soothing balm for wounds unseen. In the play of seasons, an unspoken dialog, Whispered through rustling leaves and shifting winds, A reminder of life's cyclical ebb and flow, A gauge of time's relentless march and gentle reprieve. In the play of seasons, an unspoken dialog, Whispered through rustling leaves and shifting winds, A reminder of life's cyclical ebb and flow, A gauge of time's relentless march and gentle reprieve. Gaze upon the ...

  I was a patron, a resident DJ, a bartender, and spent much of my gleam at a dive bar, and discothèque called Divas (DivasSF.com), the legendary establishment formerly known as "The Motherlode" that plays host to a kaleidoscope of characters, each with their own colorful story to tell. The atmosphere within those walls was a peculiar mix of beauty and sleaze, a refuge from discrimination and a synthetic toxic chemical pit all at once. It was a place where love, life, drama, possibilities, sketch, and loss intertwined seamlessly, creating a mosaic of experiences that I still and will continue to cherish and choke on for all my days to come. As a resident DJ, I was the maestro spinning the vinyl rhythm of the night, blending beats that resonated with the eclectic crowd. The dance floor became a vibrating sketch, painted with the vibrant hues of diverse souls seeking love, a hookup, or to escape from the harsh realities of life — this was the Tenderloin — This was DivasSF. The ...