My San Francisco is a series of posts that describes my own personal relationship with The City. My San Francisco pieces might be photo essays; they might be life stories or they could be commentaries. They might be a combination of some or all three. My impressions won’t necessarily be paeans to San Francisco; it’s a beautiful city that often dons an ugly mask. These pieces will always have one common theme; they are my expressions of my personal San Francisco experience.
I know a lot of people who avoid Downtown San Francisco as if it were a Trump rally (Sorry, that’s how most of the people who I know roll). Me, I love it. As a prequel to another commentary on San Francisco, specifically downtown, here’s a little photo essay.
On the move.
Downtown is where people and things always seem to be on the move and in a hurry to get somewhere. Below, the 30 Stockton Bus just out of the Stockton Street tunnel heads past Union Square
Below, reflections from a speeding commuter bus.
Below, a Powell Street cable car crosses Geary Street.
Below a woman rushes past a department store window on Stockton Street. I guess the prices were too high for her liking.
Downtown wouldn’t be downtown without highrises, old and new. Below the contrast of old versus new.
The Salesforce Tower is the tallest building west of the Mississippi. It looms over the smaller pretenders. Below are three images. Black and white; disappearing into the fog; with a little editing licence making it a blue city.
Downtown has the theater district but if you want some free entertainment it’s readily found on Market Street. Below a Michael Jackson impersonator moonwalked, lip synced and looked a little creepy.
Where it all began
My wife Cora and I met when we were working at a downtown hardware store. 40 some years later it’s still there.