In the heart of San Francisco, between Maiden Lane and The Chinatown Gate hides a thriving sweet little neighborhood. Perhaps the best kept secret of the City, a tiny New Orleans vibe on the West Coast: Grant Avenue. Come to Post Street and Grant Avenue, where artisans of every form converge to offer fine dining, art galleries, iconic fashion boutiques. . . and more. Strolling through the neighborhood you’ll find interesting people, beautiful eclectic architecture, historical landmarks, Kiosk Museums and all the best shopping.
…As the shops begin to close and the restaurants prepare for their dinner rush, the streets come alive with another art – music! Jazz, blues, classics, old and new fill the night air as locals and travelers alike come out to enjoy the festive vibes and beautiful night displays. Brings cash to tip the musicians, as it is customary, especially if you’d like to film or photograph them. Tip them, thank them and show appreciation, of course, but try not to distract them from providing music for everyone.
Do you need a staycation like yesterday? Here’s my favorite getaway in a day: Municipal Pier. The fishing is free of charge and requires no fishing license. The views are amazing, and the wildlife always shows up. You can pretty much guarantee to see seals, seagulls, ducks, crabs getting hauled up, fish on the lines, and my personal favorite: pelicans!
Bring your favorite sketchbook, a camera, lunch, a fishing pole, warm clothes, and a chair. Seriously. Don’t forget a hat and a jacket, even on a sunny day, because the wind blows and it is always chilly out on that pier! But it’s so worth it. As you head out onto the pier you will feel the city fade away. Within minutes you are in a marine wonderland. Stay as long as you’d like. =)
I recently had the pleasure of visiting The Gregangelo Museum in San Francisco’s Balboa Terrace District. I cannot express the beauty and impeccable attention to detail in every inch of this fantasy functional art on a the grandest of scales. Magical, magnificent, mind blowing…
Here’s a peek to see for yourself.
Majestic. Am I right? And that was just the front porch! I’m not going to spoil it for you. You have to see it for yourself. But I promise anyone experiencing this will leave in wonder, inspired and mystified. I should think this palace of mystery and beauty, with its artistic use of tiles, fabric, paint, and even roofing, will soon be a must on every design school syllabus. It’s a craftsman’s paradise. Seriously, even the roof is beautiful.
My last camping adventure before returning to San Francisco for the summer took me to the Mojave Desert in June. Temperatures reached about 105 degrees. I spent the days exploring in my car so I could run the ac and cool off a bit between stops.
As you can see by my camp site, shade is non existent.
I explored during the heat of the day to run my ac. My car is a real trooper.
The camp site
No shade for miles and miles
And miles and miles
The fire pit
This tent lied about its size. I had to sleep diagonally!
Sleeping diagonally wasn’t comfy so I opened the cot and sleep with my feet out the second night
View from my tent
Deserts sunsets are the best
While exploring I came upon more than a few sad and abandoned dreams in one form or another.
This one if particularly pathetic.
Which left me wondering how does one survive in the Mojave Desert? Of course, nature has done a much better job.
There was quite a variety of droppings and scat in the camp site and surrounding area.
And more scat
This home looks abandoned as well
It seems the things that survive in the Mojave are not terribly big
This survivor is no taller than my shoulders and is covered in tiny q-tip sized balls of fluff.
Before the fluff balls this esert was covered in tiny yellow flowers. Now only a few remain.
This little cactus is growing strong.
But it sure is tiny.
Here’s another tiny survivor.
One of the last hold outs of spring
Sometimes small is big.
But humans aren’t inclined to give up. And even though small things seems to thrive in California’s Mojave Desert, big things seem to be sprouting about 5 miles from the camp site.
What is it? It’s a half mile of black gold being trucked in
Those piles are as big as the 18 wheelers that hauled the dirt in.
Beautiful, rich soil.
What do you think they are planning to grow? Bigger question is where do you think the water will come from? Is this another broken dream in the making, or is Mojave Desert heading for big changes? Time will tell.
Is this the end of the broken dreams in the Mojave Desert?
Will this be the last of the abandoned hopes?
But that won’t stop new dreamers from trying
I say come with your fresh inspiration.
Bring your new dreams.
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try again.