Three Generations of San Francisco Natives: Dad, Gramps and Myself

K. Demoro Photog is my photographer nom de shoot. I come from Ralph Wilkins, and Harre Wilkins Demoro’s darkroom of history. Grandpa grew up on Russian Hill, and he and Grandma (who grew up in the Mission), raised dad and Aunt Nancy in Oakland and Alameda. These are the guys who raised me to know…

June Flags are Flying on Market Street

Another year has gone by, and it’s June in San Francisco. We’re going to fly our rainbow flags, and celebrate our LGBTQ friends and loved ones. I love a parade!

Fire and Smoke

Yesterday I walked out of Walgreens on Market Street and I saw the smoke I was walking into. I’d seen the smoke from the North Bay fires in Napa, Santa Rosa, Calistoga, Glen Ellen, and points between, as I rode over the Bay Bridge that morning. And on Monday, I had been able to see…

Summer of Love Trading Cards Project

There are many of these up and down Market Street this summer.  Joan Baez, a Northern Californians’ girlhood heroine–My mom bought a guitar and tried her hand at singing like Joan. I remember being very young and listening to her albums, and Mom on her guitar. I gave the guitar to a boy I had…

Pride 2017 Parade

It’s time for another Pride parade on Market Street! I can’t be there, and if you’re reading this, I guess you can’t be there either. So, here is the link to a live feed, courtesy of Channel 2 News. This is much better viewing than our President on Fox and Friends, friends!  Not to make…

June 1st on Market Street

It’s June again! How does the year move so quickly? I captured this scene at Market and Kearney yesterday.  The rainbow flag flies near Lotta’s Fountain,  and in the background the stately Palace Hotel hovers. The Salesforce Tower stands with its head in the fog.   Even though it’s way back there in the background, the…

Ode to Market Street

 In honor of Market Street, and the last day of National Poetry Month. I sing a song of Market Street A place where San Franciscans meet your streetcar tracks your newspaper racks you’re roar of the four you’re south of the slot your brick sidewalks your MUNI stops you’re often discussed in tones of disgust…

A Love Letter to the City of San Francisco

I love you, San Francisco.  Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I’m indifferent, but I always come back to you. It’s not just because I work in the heart of you, in Union Square. It’s not because I spent 20ish years moving around you, from apartment to apartment, trying to figure out your mysteries as I…