imprisoned

Last week, I spent a day in prison.

Except it’s not a prison any more. It’s a popular tourist destination now known as Alcatraz Island. Back in the day, it was where the worst prisoners were sent: bank robbers, murderers, and income tax evaders (mental note: taxes ain’t no joke).

Alcatraz
Welcome to the Rock.

entry
But it wasn’t just a prison. When the prison closed in the ’60s, a group of Native Americans took over the island for a couple of years to protest their treatment.

the big house
The big house.

cell
Cozy, isn’t it? Kinda reminds me of my dorm room.

the yard
The yard.

6 blog_halee in yard
Rocking my purple chucks in the yard of the big house.

And that’s not all, folks. More to come on Tuesday…

save me, San Francisco

I’m in California for a few days, hence the silence on my blog. Naturally I’m listening to a lot of Train and enjoying the cool scenery. Don’t worry, I’ll be back on Thursday with more pictures than you care to see. 😉