San Francisco Moon
Friends and I went out to dinner then came back to my place for coffee, desert, and the moon.
posted by Bird | 11:09 PM
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16 Comments:
moon over
san francisco
sounds like a song,
or maybe the start of an opening line
/t.
top o' the mornin' to you /t.
yes, that is a lovely opening line - and i bet it's in a song somewhere - i hear it in my head(yeah, hearing things again, tsk, tsk).
i love living in San Franciscio. i feel as though what i see outside my window is mine.
all mine.
to share.
i am so in love with the city it's ridiculous.
lalalalalalalalalala...
And well you should be. It is a beautiful city. We all have our special energy place. Yours is right there and you are drawing more of it to you from the moon.
Thanks for sharing your moon.
Those are beautiful pictures.
I see things got a little blurrier as the evening went on... are you sure those weren't Irish coffees?
Ha! My thoughts, exactly, bogs...
or the Sonoma wine.
alright, you extremely literal, on-the-surface, everything-is-only-as-it-appears bloggers!
no one was drinking(alas) on friday evening - irish coffees or anything else (well except for sangria at dinner - but the effects of that had quite worn off by the time we walked the mile up the hill from The Haight (where we dined) back to my roost.
that last picture is a result of holding the camera while taking the shot, as opposed to setting the camera on a stable field (a table, in this instance - could have been a tripod). the slow action of the shutter (to accomodate the lack of flash necessary for the shot) catches the unsteadiness of your hand essentially -the natural wavering of the hand - not the wavering of a hand due to imbibing - you know PUI (photographing under the influence).
but,methinks I doth protest too much.
where's my god-damned ramooz fizz?
it's on the way. giggle, snerx
ah, excellent jack - you are a fine fellow indeed.
bird - I'm just ribbing you (for my own pleasure)
I actually have a favorite picture taken at night with lights that are intentionally blurred... it was when a bunch of firetrucks came to my complex to put out a burning building... yup... I deliberately moved the camera around while the shutter was open... the results were abstract and cool!
Jelly Belly was a jellyfish, and wow! Could he play some fine jazz licks on his piano!
Great stuff that all the fish in the bay would come listen to.
And he had come up from a hard life, too. But now he was going to be playing at one of the very best restaraunts under the water.
Sam Clam opened a disco and he had invited Jelly Belly to play the very first night!
But that was before the tug boat caught up ol' Jelly in its proppelers and chopped him up real bad.
"Dang!" said Jelly as he walked up to the pearly gates.
"What's the problem, Jelly?" asked Saint Pete.
And Jelly explained how important it was to play this gig and pleaded with Pete to go back and play.
Well, it turns out that St. Pete was a jazz fan, too, so he gave permission for Jelly to go play at the disco club on two conditions.
#1 he had to be back by 3 AM
#2 he had to play the harp, not a piano.
Well, Jelly agreed to that and shot on down to the club.
It was a heck of a concert! Everybody dancin' around and snappin' their fins to the great jazz.....
but, as 3 AM approached, Jelly got busy and fergot the clock altogether, ...right up to the last minute, then had to dash back to heaven where he apologized to Saint Pete for being maybe a little late.
But St. Pete only had one question...."WHERE'S your HARP!?!?"
"Oh darn, " sez Jelly, " I guess...
I left my harp
in Sam Clam's Disco....."
hahahahah- that is the best yet boney - love it! tickles my heart all over!
left my harp in sam clam's disco -
i shall sing the words that way next time I hear the song!
Ahhhhhhhh! Romantic Bird.
You are in love, aren't you?
hahaha - yes polly - i'm in love with SF - which i'm finding to be a far better lover than any man i've ever had.
though they ain't so bad either, ;)
flap/flap/soar
WHwy, Birdy Beauty, ain't no wonder a'tall why ya moved--jes' heart stoppin' lovely.
(P.S. mah favorite opening sentence is in my story on the Front Porch)
bird - come by my nest for a dildo discussion... lol
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