Taken twelve days apart on December 3, 2020 and December 15, 2020 at roughly about the same time of day – late afternoon. The tree is so bare now that you can literally see the two trees behind whose trunks were only visible in the first photo. But look at those wonderful leaves still hanging on in the smaller tree. Still holding on. Standing guard until the bitter end.
Photos from a walk last week.
Grey skies. Gloomy weather. Yesterday it rained. Not a lot, more like a heavy drizzle if even that. Not enough to use the windshield wipers while driving, only enough to wipe the drops off in between errands. It was watch a movie weather. Curl up on the couch with a good book weather. If I had a fireplace, make a fire kind of weather. Today the weather is sort of like yesterday but it feels different. I don’t know what it was but yesterday felt good. Like some kind of bridge from what was to what can be. Maybe it’s because I didn’t spend hours on Twitter soaking up bad news like a dirty sponge. There is a peace of mind in that, that I want to hold on to. But then this morning I forgot myself and let go. Maybe that’s the difference. It’s a constant roller coaster ride of wanting to be informed and wanting to curl up inside my own little bubble.
Anyway, here’s a song I listened to ten times in a row as one does.
San Francisco, California
“Experience has shown, however, that the best way to avoid talking about the pictures is to talk about their subjects – tract houses or fields or trees or any of the myriad and interesting details of life. If you have to fill the quiet of a picture, the least destructive way seems to be to speak about what was in front of the camera rather than about what you made of it.”
– Robert Adams / Why People Photograph
Taken sometime in The Before*
* I read somewhere ( I think on Reddit ) someone referring to the time previous to Coronavirus as The Before. I’m going to adopt that.
I love it when I see random stuff on my walks. This calendar was on top of a bush.
And this take out menus book? Not even sure what that is. Is it some sort of binder for take out menus? I suppose I could have looked inside but I was carrying a bag of sushi and fried chicken and cake and eager to get home… and look! A newspaper! Not so random.
Free books! They never have anything I want but I always get excited just the same.
And look! Another newspaper! I love newspapers. I went to Books Inc. this past weekend and bought a couple of Sunday papers. I haven’t been inside a store other than grocery stores or Target since March… I was in a bank once. Working my way up to the Farmers Market. Not really a store – but still crowded.
(That’s one weird paragraph.)
Trees of green and the things they protect.
I have lived in this area for a little over 16 years. I only meant to live here for six months. That was the plan. God. Plans. Insert laughter. Next month at this time I will be vacuuming the carpet for the last time, dropping my key off at the manager’s apartment and driving a hundred miles north to start a new chapter. It’s a move up in more ways than one although in these uncertain times I’m not sure for how long. But it will give me a chance to take a deep breath while I figure out the rest. So in between packing and taking care of things and finding a mover and letting go and moving on I hope to get a little more walking in especially to places I haven’t normally gone. During these past six months I’m learning to take one day at a time and I think I’m getting better at it. Taking pleasure in simple things. Washing dishes. Making tea. Throwing a three day worn shirt into the hamper. Learning Japanese. Putting on music. Opening the window to fresh air. Blue skies.
Especially blue skies.
Coit Tower taken from Lombard Street.
Golden Gate Bridge 1986 ( Canon AE1-Program )
All three taken at various times in 1986.
I read somewhere that people who live in San Francisco take the beauty of this Bridge for granted. It doesn’t excite them anymore. I know one thing doesn’t apply to everyone and it’s been a long time since I lived in San Francisco (at three different times in my life), but as someone who was born in SF I don’t ever think I will not love this Bridge. Every time I come through the Robin Williams Tunnel from the Marin County side the first sight of the Bridge, in all its majesty, and the skyline of the city behind it always takes my breath away. I hope I never lose that feeling.
p.s. I got my first camera in 1985 and for three years I roamed the city taking pictures. Some of them good. A lot of them bad. Some of them of something and a lot of them of nothing. For TBT I will be sharing some of them here on Thursday’s. Please enjoy!
Please ignore the dust spots.
What dust spots?
Yeah. Like that. Very good.
Outside the Stockton Street Tunnel taken from the Sutter-Stockton Garage (from the archives)
San Francisco – March | 2015
August | 2020
A little evening light. If I had to choose between evening light and morning light I’d think I’d choose the former. But by evening I have already settled in. Behavior learned from decades of going to bed early because of work. I forget now that there is nowhere I have to be the next morning and so going for a walk at dusk would be so easy and I forget how many times over the years I lamented that I could not. It’s funny the things we get use to even without our attention.
Took a different route around the neighborhood. Still with the newspaper though. I can’t help myself.
July | 2020
A few more from last month that I found on my phone.
Oh Lord this brought tears to my eyes. Mavis Staples, Wilco, and Nick Lowe rehearsing “The Weight”. Right now I don’t think there is not much more that could make me feel so alive and grateful and humble.
Neighborhood walk – June 2020
Right here in my neighborhood.
Used furniture and a miniature library that’s open for all.