7:17am, Monday, February 24 ‘14
Buena Vista Park, San Francisco
My idea Monday morning was to get a sunrise photo of an iconic Haight - Ashbury street sign, but there are MUNI wires going every whichway, the signs are about twelve feet off the ground, the skies were grey and overcast, my head was still foggy from the night before, blah blah blah.
So I frantically tried to catch a bus to another location nearby, but I ran in the wrong direction as the bus was coming around a corner and missed it . . then I watched as a different viable bus drove past me to the bus stop from which I had just previously erroneously fled. At which point I “gave up,” by which I mean I let go of trying to control and manipulate the situation and decided to simply enjoy having the luxury of strolling around Upper Haight with my camera.
Flanking one end of the Haight is world famous Golden Gate Park, with all of its nuances, idiosyncrasies, beauty, and grandeur. Flanking the other end of the Haight is Buena Vista park, Golden Gate’s steeper, darker, less-famous, seedier cousin. It is toward Buena Vista that I headed because, well . . “buena vista.” Right?
Glad I explored it. Sun beams streaked through the canopy and I think I only saw three or four people (thus: seedy), not one of whom was my dear good friend, who relishes running hills and eats stairs for breakfast, and for whom I stopped to take this photo.
Now I think I need a refresher course on “who” and “whom.”