Farewell to Admiral's Row

The demolition of Admiral's Row, which was looming for years, has finally begun. Construction walls have been built around the fence.

Totally off topic; the light on that manhole cover was really pretty.

There are portholes in the wall to watch the progress, but of course the weeds have grown right up against them.

Some of the plexiglass has broken and the weeds have grown out, spreading up the wall.

Others have climbed over the top.

Through one of the broken portholes, I could catch a glimpse of the old ruins.

I have resigned myself to the disappearance of my favorite example of nature taking the city. I just hope that when the developer's are building their big new shopping center, that they leave a few trees in the parking lot, to provide a little shade and a faint memory of the weed jungle that was there before.

San Francisco

Not the Golden Gate Bridge

I have been in San Francisco for a few days and it is definitely a change.

The hills are far more intense than I had imagined.

We are staying on the edge of the Little Italy and Chinatown. I guess it is the San Francisco equivalent of Mott and Spring Street. The pork buns are incredible.

The apartment  is rather old, several layers of paint lock some of the windows shut.

The windows are the kind with ripples and imperfections.

They make the view even more amusing.

I am in love with the stove.

There is so much lush greenery, but few trees.

I have been appreciating the strangeness of the buildings.

Some of them look as is they were made of Wedgewood china.

Everything is so pretty, I feel as if I have nothing to add.

 

The hills distort the distances. What looks like a short walk turns into an epic journey.

Haight-Ashbury was really pretty with lots of colors and decorations. But there were also sad, faint echos of what was there before.

This tree is on one of the rare tree-lined streets, the angle of which threw me off balance when I looked up.