04.29.10

dear ducks: i just think you are pretty, that’s all.

04.26.10

dear roses: gryffin and i would like thank you for gracing the air of this entire block with your fragrance.

04.24.10

dear cliffhouse: love the restaurant, hate the apostrophe.

04.20.10

dear neighborhood revelers: a tea party on the sidewalk, how quaint!

04.17.10

dear sf graffiti artists: i am trying to imagine your thought process when presented with a nice clean spread of wet cement on california street. what tempted you to use that opportunity to scrape, not your initials or shocking obscenities, but a recycling psa?

04.16.10

dear neighbors: these bumps i blogged about last fall have sprouted purple flowers! how fun.

01.26.10

dear walk home from the bus stop: i’m just admiring the light – albeit mostly man-made – tonight.

12.02.09

dear seacliff: loving the sunsets.

11.22.09

dear everybody: this beach is a 5-minute walk from my new apartment.

11.19.09

dear neighbors: i wonder what my new terrier is going to think of your over-manicured grass tufts when i walk him across your lawn.

11.14.09

dear boyfriend: witnessing you discover san francisco brewcraft, a home brewing supply store in our new ’hood, was like watching a kid in a candy store. i suppose beer, wine and mead supplies are, indeed, adult confections.

10.25.09

dear new neighborhood: the only clanging bells i have heard so far come from this church on sunday morning, and that’s fantastic.

10.24.09

dear stuff: six years and a few months ago, i moved to san francisco from the east coast with one suitcase. one bag filled with all my necessary possessions. how has that expanded this much?!

10.21.09

dear rocky: look at this awesome yellow fireplace!

10.15.09

dear spooky dolls: you fill a shop window in my new neighborhood. in typical san francisco fashion, the purpose of the store is undecipherable—on the right side of the storefront, i stare at the congestion that is your army of creepiness. on the left, a large statue of a purple sphinx stares out at me.

09.24.09

dear new neighborhood: is that you in there, under the fog? i guess this is what happens when you come down from the hill and move near the beach.