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On reflection
“Look up!” That’s what I kept telling myself as I walked around San Francisco. And my apologies to anyone I may have walked into while I was looking up…
O’Farrell Street
San Francisco, California
photographed 4.14.2019
Where cultures – and the moon – converge
I hope I didn’t oversell this yesterday.
I also hope no one is badly shocked to see a color image on my blog, but this one couldn’t be in anything but color. (Photoshop and I tried it as a black and white, and were in instant agreement that it needed to be in color.) Our evening stroll through Chinatown was a good way to spend the evening, and the part of the street with those red lanterns was an especially nice thing to see.
Grant Avenue
San Francisco, California
photographed 4.15.2019
Dusk, Grant Avenue
We walked through Chinatown one night, just at dusk. Of course, walking is generally acknowledged as the only way to be able to see Chinatown, and going at dusk was a photographic gold mine, with only a few shops open and not many people around to clutter things up.
Wait until you see what I post tomorrow!
Grant Avenue
San Francisco, California
photographed 4.15.2019
Surf fisher
It may have been a while since I’ve mentioned how much I like to go to San Francisco, so maybe it’s time to bring that topic up again!
On my most recent trip, two years ago, we stayed near Union Square. One morning, we caught the bus over to the coast, and hiked the Lands End trail. The day was cool and misty, and the low clouds completely obscured the (I assume) fantastic views of the Golden Gate Bridge. But it really didn’t matter, as the views down to the ocean were pretty good on their own. We went as far as the ruins of the Sutro Baths, which was crowded with people climbing all over the (somewhat smelly)(and slippery) ruins.
And, that’s where I saw the surf fisher. I don’t know if he caught anything: I was more than a little mesmerized watching the lacy patterns in the waves.
San Francisco, California
photographed 8.27.2013
The headlands will protect us
About ten years ago, I had a business trip to a bus factory on the south end of San Francisco Bay; we completed our work a day early, so the bus manufacturer gave us a driver who spent the day touring us around San Francisco and the area. The best thing we saw that day was the Marin Headlands: I always sort of wondered what there was on that side of the bay.
Turns out that people of various affiliations have guarded the bay forever, nearly. The most noticeable relics of these defensive are concrete structures that date from World War II.
On my subsequent trips to the area, I kept a close watch on the sky – and in 2009, a clear day made it worth the drive across the bridge for another visit.
Marin Headlands, California
photographed 3.23.2009
One Day | One Image 