For me the last half of January seemed to zoom by. When I’m working I don’t have many opportunities to get out and photograph the city outside of my usual routine of grabbing some lunch or grocery shopping on the weekends. I did manage to get out and take a few snaps though. And when I did, it felt to me more and more like San Francisco was starting to slowly swing on the pendulum back towards a little more normal.
One of my favorite subjects to photograph are signs. I love the variety of different types of signs. New, old, shinny, dull, professional, homemade, fancy and funky. Signs can say things fun and wonderful. Others are just bossy. And some are just kind of weird. This gallery has more than its fair share of signs, so I dedicate this gallery to signs.
August Hall has been closed for almost a year now, but its marquee still updated with messages.
A shadow from a fire escape on the wall of 385 10th Street.
Words of wisdom at The Poké Bar.
Someone has been posting these “take some cat love” fliers around Lower Nob Hill.
Dusk settles over The Bay.
I will never forget these very strange times in downtown San Francisco. Since I have been working all day, I have been taking walks late in the day, often in the magic hour. Winter evenings in SF lately have taken on a magical quality like I have never noticed before. The air is cold and crisp and clean and moist. Windows glow and glimmer, reflecting twilight and hinting at the life within.
Outdoor dining on Hyde Street
Flower head mannequin in North Beach shop.
Festive decorations for the lunar new year of the ox.
Fake flowers on Jackson Street.
Looking up at the lanterns and laundry on Ross Alley in Chinatown