The weeks are starting to get away from me. One day morphs into the next and then into the next. I can tell that time is passing because the days are getting longer. Mother’s day has come and gone. But still we seem stuck in some weird parallel universe where nothing is happening and days keep slipping by in some kind of hazy dream. I am only able to go out as far as I can walk, but fortunately there is a lot right outside my doorstep even with most of San Francisco still under lockdown orders to prevent the spread of COVID-19.
The steps leading up to Nob Hill on Taylor Street often have people walking or running up and down them to get some exercise.
Grace Cathedral and all churches in San Francisco are closed. It make me sad. So many are incredibly beautiful inside and no one is allowed in to worship or celebrate or sing or gather with friends and strangers.
Flowers growing up through cracks in the sidewalk on a steep section of Clay Street.
Even the White Horse at the White Horse Tavern (closed) is wearing a face covering.
#baytogether is an organization of volunteers from Gensler, an architecture firm. They have been painting abstract murals to bring color and joy to the Bay Area. This is on a boarded up window at the Flood Building at Powell and Market streets.
This is the Hyde Out Bar. Hopefully the “wine time” is not David too.
Words of encouragement from Ricky Rat Comix are popping up all over the place.
Klatch Coffee on Franklin Street is closed, but the chairs set up on tables make nifty designs.
Peruvian lilies celebrate spring at Mary Ellen Pleasant Memorial Park.
A view of Geary Boulevard from the Webster Street overpass. I have never seen this stretch completely devoid of cars.
Sign on a house in the Fillmore district. Sound familiar?
This sticker on a lamp post says it all.