While I was taking this photo, I had no clue that the man was taking a photo of me (so I assume). I was just focused on getting the cable car in the frame as it passed. When I looked at it later, I couldn't help but laugh. It reminds me of some photos in my family's albums. One in particular: from my mom's perspective, you see Grandma across the room, camera at her eye, playful smile on her face.
It was nearing sunset when I arrived at Grace Cathedral on Tuesday. The sky looks white because it was changing from its blue daytime attire to its pink evening wear. The man and his dog look like transplants from Hyde Park, London. There's another man there (behind the tree), but I like how it appears that the gray-clad man is standing at attention (or, rather, at ease, to use the correct military term) for my photo.
When I turned on my camera to take this photo in Chinatown, I had it pointed down toward the sidewalk (I was trying to be less obvious about my identity as a tourist). This was the first thing I saw on the screen: a photo was begging to be taken.
Around 2 yesterday it started to rain, lightly at first. I was walking in the Mission district, looking for Balmy Alley, where there are lots of murals. I took my time walking along and looking at the murals, not minding the rain. This one caught my attention only after I noticed the bag of recyclables in the balcony above.
Do you see all the blue and red in these photos? It's only when I put my favorites together that I realize why they're my favorites. Color. I see in color.
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