Lower Fillmore Art

These beautiful pieces were in adjoining doorways near Upper Playground in San Francisco.
Pretty bunny!

My alter ego.

Only five days of great weather before I head back to Houston planet.

Ah, the Modern Dealer

So I'm walking out of the 24th/Mission BART station today and some guy comes toward me with the dealer stroll--you know the one, where he's walking toward you purposefully but not looking at you, all the while mumbling his offerings so you can just hear them? This is SF, so I'm betting on the usual "sticky green bud" or "'shrooms."

But this guy has broadened his horizons: "Viagra, Levitra."

The Mission really has yuppified, obviously. You know your market, sir.