Club Six’s weekly paint party whipped me into a photo frenzy, hence the abundance of photos. It’s a gallery come to life, with new paintings born a few times every hour. They mature from blank blackness into raggedy outlines then full-grown works of art before the dark-shirted curator pries them off the wall to black them out and hang them again for their next incarnation.

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San Francisco’s most colorful happy hour lures creatives for a chance to imbibe and impress. Patrons smear paint on wooden boards, composing designs, figures and messages with surprising skill, given the amount of empty Red Stripe bottles scattered about.

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San Diego is pretty photogenic. It’s hard not to bring my camera everywhere I go.

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On a sunny afternoon, face-painted Melodie Rose played with her dad in the sand. They let me snap a few photos.