Saturday, May 2, 2009
Low heavy clouds enclose San Francisco and reduce the daylight. There is rain in small amounts from time to time. Colors do well in the dimness.
Another Mission prank, the sticker above, affixed in an official-looking way to the green-painted side of a municipal power fixture. More felony vandalism, aka, Too many unemployed graphics grads.
Yellow flier is not felony vandalism because it's stapled to a sanctioned community bulletin board. Even though not illegal it engages my notice for two reasons: #1) because one of the four writing teachers whose names are visible in this picture is somebody a friend of mine briefly and unhappily dated, and #2) because that foremost yellow face with crooked smile and candid eyes (who is not the same person referred to in reason #1) immediately inspires a very high level of distrust – exactly because it is a face that looks so trustworthy. A practiced politician, that one.
Plaque set into the sidewalk in front of the Harvey Milk Memorial Branch of the San Francisco Public Library. The little bit of 16th Street in front of the library was renamed José Sarria Court, recognizing the first openly gay candidate for public office in the United States. In 1961 Sarria ran for the San Francisco Board of Supervisors. Unsuccessfully of course, but the point was scored. In later years Sarria was most often seen in public as the Widow Norton. I shared an elevator with the Widow (attired in floor length beige lace) at the Holiday Inn on Van Ness back in the early 1990s, and my vintage tuxedo received a compliment, to my secret satisfaction. It sounds like a memory from the 1920s.
The first step of the many that ascend to the flat at the top of the narrow yellow building at the end of Spencer Alley. The number on the tag on the ground reads like a message, but not one that I can interpret.