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wandering the hills of San Francisco

the journal of Michael Werneburg

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San Francisco, 2015.04.20

After today's session, I went for a walk through Chinatown with my hot pink Minolta XD-11 and some black and white film. Then I changed course and went to Japantown for dinner. All in, it was a bit of a trek. It's a gorgeous city, with blended architectural styles, active street scenes, and plenty of photo-worthy bits and pieces.

I have to say, I admire the guts of the SF cyclists. I've never seen so many drivers and pedestrians ignore the law. Jay-walking, running reds, turning against the light, turning where it's clearly forbidden by signage. I mean, it's constant. You'll see half a dozen cars run a red at any time.

Of course, the cyclists are running lights and sailing through pedestrians as well, so it's lose-lose. Hmmph.

me, walking in SF

rand()m quote

On the endless saga of Rob Ford, mayor of Toronto; "It shouldn't have had to come to this. I'm so tired of getting up every morning and wondering, 'What will it be today?' I'm so tired of giving the benefit of the doubt again and again, only to be let down again and again.... Somewhere a responsible adult has to appear, draw a bright moral line, tell the truth and say unequivocally what won't be tolerated. Somebody has to do the right thing."

—Denzil Minnan-Wong