Fog and Sun

A foggy morning spent in search of coffee and cinnamon rolls transitioned into a sunny day of feather kicking. In the evening, we watched Amelie in Washington Square Park with hundreds of San Franciscans. The fogged rolled in again, bringing with it bone chilling cold.

The bush the blocked a doorway.

Woman in the fog.

Another woman in the fog.

X’s mark uneven pavement.

The old Alexandria Theater.

Dog waiting for owner.

Reunited, the pup and lady walk past a man reading a paper on a city bike.

Fire truck.


Russian home.

The poor tourists crossing the bridge seemed to have the only fog in the city.

Colorful homes.

Steep steps.

More bay windows.

An alley in North Beach.

Mustang Sally.

Golden Boy Pizza before the movie.

Sidewalk cats.

An assortment of junk.

While always quick to call Mark Twain a liar, I finally have to agree:

“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.”


The imagery makes the city seem so worn; very different (and welcomed) view from the normal shots coming out of San Fran. Love the narrow strip of fog hugging the bridge.

SF looks like a never ending photo op for you! Great shots.


Thanks for the comments guys. It’s nice to know that someone is looking at these posts even though I’m not in exotic places anymore.

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September 12th, 2010. Categories / San Francisco

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