Living on Clay Street in San Francisco, just a few blocks up from Polk, still a thriving heart of gay SF, before the Castro came to prominence. Bill J and I moved here after that first apartment on Jones, at which during the moving into my 35mm Mamiya camera was stolen. Not having my 35 mm camera as I embarked on my art school career didn't really faze me, as I was quickly working with my Kodak Instamatic. Here Bill and I were documenting my mask period phase, wherein I'd able about with a Groucho Marx-nose and plastic glasses.
