It rolled on at Powell street and off again at Van Ness.
Probably the elderly man who escorted it aboard got it underground via the elevator. Still, for some time after I imagine the big blue bin rumbling through the emergency door unattended, teetering down the escalator, impatiently awaiting the train. Just another trashcan in search of a new curb. Maybe this time near the ocean.
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