Back to the Ferry Building, one of the first places I fell for. The roses went up sometime before Valentine’s Day; this is the first time I’ve seen them undamaged since. I’m glad they’re still around!
This is probably the best photo I’ve taken this year… and it was really bright out, so I took it blind. Happy accidents.
Someone else riding the 58 is cooler than me:
Got lost around 17th again:
But did find Jesus.