Friday, May 13, 2016

San Francisco day two

yesterday in somewhat chronological order: 

Outer Sunset wires. 
perhaps duct-taping your license plate to your molester van will arouse suspicion no matter how austere your business logo.  
a church made of cake.
part of the UCSF Medical Center. I took this for its luscious brutalism and then was like how's it going, Hippocrates.
the Asian Art Museum. these characters are all about 6" long, made of porcelain and individually shipped from overseas. the whole shebang weighs over two tons. 
delicacy.
a snuff box to share with someone you dig. 
the camel of rutty triumph! this is what the very last tchotchke I bought from the Capitol Hill Valù Villâge is based on! I had no idea! this guy is about 4' long, encased in glass, c. 690-750. thank you, my fantastic cousin, for enlightening me! 
a duck ewer. when I just typed that my phone tried to autocorrect it to fuck eeee! admittedly, that's a far more plausible phrase.
fuck-off windowsills near the Civic Center, and me. 
Fell Street. no really. ha ha ha. 
the "bags of felt ammo" cost $5.95.
and the placard accompanying these patches introduced the artist as being "a recent member of the lactose-intolerant community." oh San Francisco. 
$3100/month, 700sq feet, month-to-month lease. 
pretty things. 
I was walking down the hill and saw half of it due to the angle and thought no, NO, it better not be. but it is. 
the statue gets its own view.
this is horrible angle because I had to basically straddle a Smartcar to get both the sidewalk and the stairs, but I love how they name stairwells here. Seattle needs to do that! 
Sutro Tower, 977' tall. 
Le Creuset egg cups. 
Castro & Market.
a random street. thanks, random street.
this store has effectively neutralized itself. 
the dog was more wisely clad than I. it was gorgeous except for the 20mph wind. I got a sunburn to go with my grey hands. 
trees under assault!
actually on the Golden Gate Bridge! I wussed out after the first tower. it's a long fucking way down. 
and looking up. the moon is waxing. 
the Legion of Honor museum grounds. this was a startling thing to glance over and be surprised by. 
the N-Judah line. 
the more I travel, and the more places I visit that I fucking love, the more I wonder if, despite loving a place, I really actually fit in anywhere. maybe everyone feels that way. 

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