Hey lady, he calls to me from his seat on the bench. He squints in the morning sun. I like your shoes.
I look down at my filthy red sneaks and say thanks.
I hope wherever your red shoes take you, you have a great day, he exclaims confidently. Then he sees my camera.
And that you get some great photos today!
How did he know I already had?
I usually wake up between 5:30 and 6:30 in the morning. Even though I don't have a job to go to at present, old habits die hard.
I used to try to leave the house early before work so I could take a few photos before the boring grind of the office day began. Just spending even a half-hour outside the office felt like a very important time, even if I only got one good shot out of it. I felt like I had accomplished something important just for me.
So it dawned on me yesterday that I am literally wasting dawns. I could be up and using that amazing morning light and instead I'm lazing around.
So this morning I decided to change all that.
At 6:30am, I took the 71 Haight-Noriega all the way down Haight Street to Fillmore. Got off at Fillmore, walked to Oak to Laguna and then walked all the way back Oak, to Masonic, to Haight and through the park.
And here's what I saw. All that before the day began, and was I glad.
Early morning on an empty bus but still uneasy neighbors.
Thanks for the ride, 71.
I love the thinking about how many mornings these old houses have seen.
No one will steal your trike if you park it over your door.
This one's shy.
But now they're having a bit of a chat.
I loved the yellow bee man and his matching goldenrod taxi speeding by.
I call this the Dog House. This is the first time I've gotten a good shot of who's guarding the stoop.
I like that Tom Johnson, Sr. used so many tacks to keep his name on.
This is one of my i live here: SF postcards, which I stealthily leave around town. No one's contacted me yet, but I keep pretending they're like Golden Tickets in Wonka Bars, and someday someone will say they found my postcard lying around and thought it would be fun to see what my project's all about.
I wonder where she went.
Life is UR canvas. U R the artist.
As seen in Golden Gate Park.
Wherever your red shoes take you.
Red shoes or not, I hope your feet took you somewhere interesting today.