It's been a few weeks since I've ventured out on my morning photo run, and a distinct lull in the action since my last published photo. These photos would normally go in my random photo collection which is accessed through a link in my sidebar. In the interests of variety, I am installing them first as a post.
The Vulcan Stairway is a eclectic "street" in San Francisco. Houses line both sides of the stairway, often more like cottages than houses. There is not vehicle access, so residents must park as close as they can to Levant and Ord Street, the two endpoints.
On most days the bicycle helmet at the top of the post can be seen perched on the roof of a local car at the Levant end of the stairway. Apparently the owner just leaves it there, available if needed. This morning, it was found attached to this tree support.
As I have said, San Francisco has no shortage of creatives, and their products often reflect a dry wit that encourages thought, not laughter. The meaning of this sign shall remain a mystery.
I don't know if this is a testament to nature's resiliency or a commentary on crumbling infrastructure. It's interesting that a fragile daisy would burst forth through a hole in the concrete stairs. Earth abides.
John Ward, a gardener extraordinaire in Burlingame, once suggested that any found object could become an interesting addition to a garden. Here, somebody took a cast iron leg for a table and positioned it to accentuate the sculpted figure. It is acquiring a warm patina of rust, a pleasing compliment to the green surrounding it.
I used to think that the whimsical placement of toys amidst a backdrop of vegetation was the work of clever children. After looking the the careful placement of monofilament fishing line, I think somebody had a little help.
