Night and the City, and Oh! what a City!

There was a party last night in the old Hibernia Bank. It was a night of mystery and glamour. As with any event like this in San Francisco, the contrast between what was going on inside, and what life is like outside the bank, was sharp and bittersweet. The occasion was the 20th anniversary of…

San Francisco Retains a Little Magic, a Lot of Changes, and Loads of History

This summer has gone by fast, and I’ve made the most of it in the evenings after work. Wandering by the railroad tracks, up Townsend Street, past the ball park, I’ve walked many different routes. Looking around and exploring, taking the streetcar along the Embarcadero, catching the transbay bus in the newly reopened Transbay Terminal….

SOMA Photowalk

SOMA has changed, whole blocks are new, yet some of the flavor I like to find there survives. And some new life is changing this city once again. I suppose I should get used to that, but I would rather walk the streets looking for glimpses of my past there. Even if it wasn’t all…

A New Way of Looking at an Old Stomping Ground

SOMA, San Francisco, March 2019 A new job in a different part of San Francisco has me taking many photos on the way to work. And it has me remembering what this part of town looked like in my early twenties, circa 1989 to 1995ish. Things change, but the memory of what was there stays…

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…

Transbay Thought

That moment when you’re on BART hurtling through the pitch black Transbay Tube, knowing that at the end of this 7-1/2 min ride, you will arrive. In San Francisco.

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…