Sunday! This day, the Lord’s day, I used to squander. But now that I’m working again, Sunday has reclaimed its purpose as a day to rest, recharge, and worry about things.
For the past week, I’ve been freelancing downtown. Work has added structure to my life again, and I’ve greeted it with a casual pat on the back as the hug of homophobic male friends. The commute is simple: take one crowded bus downtown and walk a few blocks through the skyscrapers to a little alley street. From there, I get buzzed in and begin my day. Coming home, I pass by all walks of life, including the melting pot of Market St.
The hours have been fine so far, but I’ve lost my ability to go on adventures. Luckily, today I was able to go on a walk to the top of Corona Heights and Vista Park.
Here are some photos. They can all be enlarged:
Hobo goods and a marked wall.
A delicious cup of Blue Bottle Coffee.
Turquoise car and violets.
Dripped paint artwork.
An insane looking flower.
The N Line tunnel near Duboce Park.
The rust-colored pigeon runs from the cart he knocked over.
Climbing Duboce Ave. towards Buena Vista Park.
Corona Heights Park looked like ruins from afar but ended up being stones on a grassy hill.
The view from Corona Heights Park.
Stones and the radio tower of Twin Peaks.
Looking at Market St. from Corona Heights.
A cluster of purple.
“S” marks the barn.
St. Ignatius Church as seen from Buena Vista Park.
Poops on a rail.
A decorative church.
Colorful Victorians off Haight St.
Time has started to play tricks on me again. Last week passed incredibly slowly, and it already feels like I’ve been working for a lifetime. Next week begins tomorrow, and I look forward to the new lessons, money, and experiences with butterflies in my stomach.