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…

Thoughts on Progress

Construction is everywhere in SOMA along Howard Street, Mission Street, Folsom Street, and I’m sure I’ve left one out. It really is everywhere. Being surrounded by it has made me really get into it. A picture (or two, or three) a day documents the change in the tradition of my Grandpa Ralph. He made a…

A Trip to the SF MOMA with Christina

I have been digesting the visual smorgasbord I saw last Sunday at the MOMA here in San Francisco,  So many ideas and questions arose as I wandered the now-seven floors that my friend Christina and I visited with much anticipation. We had joined up to see one of our photography icons, Diane Arbus. A friend…