A few weeks back now, my favorite lady and I boarded a short flight to the city of trolley cars, boisterous beggars and the million-man march (otherwise known as holiday sidewalk traffic). Criticism aside, San Francisco is a city alive. There are so many people using the two legs God gave them, you almost think driving a car has gone out of style. All that walking and hopping on and off public transportation has endorphins running rampant amongst the populace. Unlike New York and Los Angeles, SF offers something that the Big Two can't touch — the people appear happy.
Even the elements of the city that would seem to tarnish its sterling appearance add to the character. For instance, some of the homeless got gumption! (I'll forever associate that word with the old guy from "The Holiday.") First step out of our hotel with map opened wide, they appear out of nowhere. But instead of approaching with ragged cup in hand, change clanking, they open with one-liners: "I'm Fred, and I know this cit y better than anyone!" The intent is the same, some spare change, but the ingenuity is welcomed. (Well, that and I'm a sucker for donating to the needy.)
On top of it all, it's a photographers playground. So many unique angles, landscapes, lighting, scenery and surroundings. Here are a few more shots from the trip: