A May Morning in San Francisco
Last week, San Francisco experienced a heat wave: temps were in the 80s for a few days in a row; the sky – a clear, sharp blue – arced over the city as a joyous proclamation. The weather was so warm that last Friday night, as I waited for my bus on the corner of Market and Castro at 11:45PM, I wore no jacket, no sweater, no sweatshirt – just the thin, cotton, sleeveless blouse I had worn to the ballpark. My Giants sweatshirt remained in my backpack, unneeded, unwanted.
But the fog has rolled in again and my city is shrouded now in soft grey.
But the fog has rolled in again and my city is shrouded now in soft grey.
posted by Bird | 8:11 AM
7 Comments:
i see by
these pics
that your city
is shrouded now in soft grey
still a lovely place, bird (!)
¤ ¤ ¤
/t.
Yes, I think so too, /t. I love this place. I never thought I could be so attached to geography. Amazing.
and headlights prominently on display no doubt!!
heh heh heh
Great photos.
Sunshine is pleasant too.
I can see why you love the place.
Not many folks tune into their energy site. You have. Good for you.
even Steve liked 'em but Me?
I dunno much about town to know what I'm looking at except for beauty.
Hey, Teacher!
I wrote a poem off the cuff (no, not cheat, just let it fall out of my fingers as I was sitting at the computer, added to it a couple times, yeah....you're in it.
Thought you should be aprised of that....
The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again asked readers to
take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting,
or changing one letter, and supply a new definition .
Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the
person who doesn't get it.
(I thought it was cute considering how many times I probably didn't get it right, eh?)
then again, you would have probably liked this one, too, considering how much of this is around there....
Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
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