A few days of rain remind me of generally how rainless San Francisco is. For most of November, the fog has been minimal too.
During a few sunny weekend days, I’ve enjoyed slacklining in Marin, going on aimless walks around the neighborhood, and taking a 10.3 mile walk with J from our apartment to the Mission and back.
N.G. on the slackline.
Striking my signature “drunken crane” pose.
A brand new family.
Cleanup: aisle window!
Fire at the Internet Archives.
A random collection of paper?
Photos from the long walk:
A vacant lot is a makeshift litter box.
Orange wall, blue daisies.
A useless little fence.
The American pyramid.
Gingko turning from green to yellow.
These apartments aren’t on the level.
Life finds a way.
Antlers on a third story.
Only blue masking tape can keep people out.
Glory hole for the man that lives beneath the stairs.
A Mission mural.
An ATM freshly sprayed with weed killer.
Testing my patience.
A fence to prevent orange invasion.
The Poor Boys make their mark.
Cane and cape.
St. Mary’s Cathedral looks like a crashed blimp.
Inside, looking to the left. Can you spot the litter?
Asian tourists for scale.
Sleek, modern, divine.
A man turns his back on God.
An entire box of chocolates left on a nearby garbage bin.
Holidays are coming soon, and I’m ready for a break from work and the rain.