I drive down Polk Street every morning, through a portion of the Tenderloin, north of Market Street. Despite the area’s blight and poverty, and the concentration of San Franciscans with substance abuse or mental illness, there are some vibrant spots of beauty and splashes of color. There are paintings and murals. On this clear, Winter morning, the corner of Polk and Olive was quiet. From my commute, this mural is not usually visible to me, but I was stopped at a red light and turned around to find this mural by artist Mike Shine.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color