singing in the shower
The awesome Chris Rusak pointed out that San Francisco has “the most beautiful light in the world” and I’m strongly inclined to agree. I lived in Sydney for fifteen years and there’s a richness to the skies there, but in the northern hemisphere, and especially in San Francsico, what it lacks in blueness it compensates with texture and variety and colour. Every time we get a morning like this I’m reminded that even in the most urban and built-up areas of San Francisco it’s still a beautiful city.
My regular commute used to leave me standing underneath the old Transbay Terminal overpasses near Mission St.; on the Fremont St. side, cycling rainbow lights had been installed in-between the girders to give it a bit of colour. Waiting for buses was less of a drag when there was stuff to shoot - see here, here and here. The old on-ramps are nearly gone completely, and the top of the old building is being trimmed off the top, creating this weirdly pleasant open gazebo-type-thing that’s going to hover over the road (until it is demolished itself). I’d never really been fond of this area (it was dark, unbelievably stinky and depressing) but now, here in it’s dusty and half-deconstructed state, I actually kind of like it. For what it’s worth, it’s awesome seeing direct sunlight on bits of road that probably haven’t seen any for decades.
Taken with the unincorporated Bendycam 19.
Meanwhile, back at the pearl…
On the previous episode of Ocean Pearl: drama!. I’ve never seen people take quite so determined drags on cigarettes as I have seen them do so outside the Pearl. I mean, they seem to go at it with the constipated sunken-cheek look that one might get trying to suck a turkey up a garden hose.
Taken with the startling Bendycam 19.