Thursday, June 21, 2012

Battery St. ramble

A year ago, I searched for an unlined notebook in this stationary store around the corner from work.  The shelves were stacked with lines alone, sharp edged and flossy thin.  A moment after briefly contemplating the cut of their page, chin in fingers, I shouldered my way to the nearest exit and felt glass panes firmly push me into the sidewalk.  A voice called to me and when I turned about brown hands handed me these:  a helmet, sunglasses, holy gloves.  I thought I caught a muttered thanks well up from my tightened throat.  I thought I could spring into action then and make myself a stranger's penny tithe.  The thought trailed to another seeker's mind.  I raised my brow and saw two women work together above the store. I fine tuned my helmet straps below the ears.
Of supreme import here was looking up that morning and making sure these lines connected, the forms yielded space, and their weight did not tip the scales outside the frame.  Now I understand the issues being contested at every single moment above our heads as well ramble down Battery or Sansome.  Will I however hide behind a tree and watch the man across the street photograph me?  If I raise my chin and hold my gaze up toward this morning's blue sky, nothing but this will happen.


Battery St. runs one way, south toward the Bridge.  In the morning, traffic is every light because cars drive into San Francisco.  They steer their way off ramps and fill parking lots from top to bottom.  Taxi cabs swing to and fro, from grid to grid, climbing the hills and coasting on their brakes.  Once I thought myself nifty with Humidor smoke in my satchel.


Looking north on Battery St.  as traffic comes onto you one way.  I had to get my bearings realigned at this moment, find the corners, form a sign with my eyes.  All to often, one hopes for heads, but has to settle for tails.  It's all part of the game, you must remind yourself every now and then.  If you do forget, as I did that day, the city streets will snap you out of it, or back into it.



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Beautiful tree in the park at Hayes valley


SFPD patrolling for Hayes valley shoppers


The cerulean blue house with south facing windows at Duboce park


Perfect sunny day for Duboce doggers


This lad has ideas of his own


Shiny and new along the Duboce St. corridor of MUNI


Nearly dusk at Rick & Dawn's patio

Zero hears sounds and images in her furry head


Potrero sunset


Pleasant view in the triangle


Pizza & Cake

A wide array of sprinklings for DIY Pizza Night at Rick & Dawn's


Attractive cluster of mushrooms


Attractive bowl of morel 


Dos Owl sake smoothness


A successful & jummy DIY pizza ready for the rolling slicer


Successful DIY #2 pizza under the rolling slicer


The most original creative sculpture cake in San Francisco


As delicious on the inside under the knife, indeed it's true

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Thursday, June 7, 2012

On the road in Palawan






7 June 2012 pictures

I found this orange cut-off truck in the Inner Richmond district near Clement street.  The color stood out wonderfully against the pastel homes behind it.  In high school, I drove a Gremlin of the same color.



The table and chair area at Philz Coffee on 24th Street in the Mission district.  I like the chairs and the ceiling.  Also, I like Phil's portrait. 


Waiting Zero on the trail in Briones regional park.  She loved chasing squirrels up old oak trees beside the path.  The green hill behind Zero makes for a pleasing volcano-like background form.


Tree shadows thrown against tall grass in Briones Regional Park.


A section of shelves inside a Latin bodega on 24th Street in the Mission district.


Corn and flour tortillas galore, and throw in a duck pinata to boot.


A pair of colorfully decorated structures along 24th Street that I couldn't resist photographing.  Parked in front of them, a white sedan belongs to someone mysterious who glared at me stressfully.