(From the last post)
I like this picture because it really tells you something about San Francisco. What do the French say? "Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose." (Aplogies to Delphine and my high school French teacher: I'm too lazy to go looking for the accent marks.)
My neighborhood has changed enormously in the last several years. This picture could be an emblem of its past. Where was it taken?
I set the camera on the fence here, and pointed it into the yard the fence encloses...
The yard belongs to this building...
Which is someone's little holly roller church.
Do you think the pastor sleeps in the van? Cooks his breakfast on the grill?
This little church is quite literally around the corner from my house. Frequent visitors can probably intuit what kind of neighborhood I live in from the many pictures I've shown on my blog. As the future rolls in, things are trending inexorably...nicer. Without really trying, I end up showing you scenes of many things that are fading away. That's because I blog what I'm drawn to.
Maybe you can imagine what kinds of conversations people in Bernal Heights have when they talk about living here. I don't have any big judgments to make. The changes going on are much bigger than me. I just think it's funny that no matter how nice it gets, there's still a certain weediness just behind the fence.