Too stupid to die…

While the rest of North America burns, here in other-minded San Francisco we shiver through unending days of fog. Here’s the fogbank – reportedly 2400 feet thick out over the ocean – pouring over Twin Peaks into Noe Valley. And this is just July; August is our coldest month. Everybody’s moaning about the weather here, though most of us are just grateful we’re not on the East Coast.

Highs predicted for July 31 in…

Nome, Alaska              70
Whitehorse, Yukon     73
San Francisco             61

Not dead here, or even hospitalized (for the last couple months anyway), just busy busy helping a group save San Francisco’s McLaren Park from the predators of disc golf. A new post is coming shortly. Meanwhile, here are a couple of flower pics, both enhanced slightly (ok, a lot) in Photoshop.

Columbine from my back yard, above,
and nasturtiums, growing everywhere.

The Golden Gate, north and south.

Above: Point Bonita, Marin Headlands.
This is the north side of the Golden Gate; the bridge is behind the camera.

Below: The south side of the Golden Gate,
aka: San Francisco.

I’ve always been intrigued by ravens.

I’ve got pictures of them on my bedroom walls; behind one is feather a raven tossed to the ground near me when grooming. The Haida story of trickster raven creating the world and dumping humankind into it just to amuse himself has always seemed a more realistic description of our condition than any offered by organized religions.

This one was hovering over Otto, her spread wings twice Otto’s size. Fortunately she decided Otto wasn’t a threat (0r qualified as dinner) and left him alone. I do wonder if any chihuahuas or yorkies went missing that day at Fort Funston.

The blue eye isn’t a photoshop add-on, it’s a reflection of the sky.

Otto and I made it to the beach for sunset for the first time in many many months. I paid for it the next day, but not too badly and oh, it was worth it.

This is a shot taken at Fort Funston, the southernmost coast side of San Francisco, aka Dog Heaven. The area’s one gigantic canine playground, with sand and birds and cliffs and seaweed and smelly rotting stuff and lots of other happy dogs and dog-happy people. Otto, busy sniffing something nearby, passed on participating.

Fort Funston sunset

Looking south towards Pacifica, where the Bay Area keeps the fog machine.

Two this time, both classic San Francisco shots. Fingers are a bit more cooperative, so I’m making up for lost time.

Raven over the Golden Gate

Fog at Stow Lake, Golden Gate Park

Looking up…

…at a sculpture along San Francisco’s Embarcadero.

Lilies of the Valley, Dolores Park

<sneeze>
Spring is everywhere in San Francisco.
</sneeze>

The cube section of the new Jewish Museum in San Francisco…

…is rapidly becoming a “must shoot” for photographers visiting SF.

Waiting for sunset

From my Flickr page, the 365project.
While the rest of the country freezes or floods, in California we sit 
in springtime sun trying not to think about the drought and the fires
coming our way.

Taken at Bernal Heights, San Francisco, on January 13.