So, we got off the cable car near Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco. We ambled through the park, and my wife wanted to take our younger daughter and her boyfriend to get some ice cream and chocolate… and where else would you go in S F to get chocolate but Ghirardelli’s?
I decided to stay in the park and take some photos. It seems like a long time ago that we were walking on that bridge.
There is a cool maritime museum in Fisherman’s Wharf, with lots of old boats. You can see Alcatraz in the background.
Part of the old prison seemed to be covered in plastic. I guess we have tax money to pay to repair a prison that isn’t being used anymore, as long as it makes tourist dollars.
Sorry, I was just playing with the zoom lens… and second-guessing my decision to not get some chocolate…
I kept the zoom lens on for most of our time at Fisherman’s Wharf, because it is annoying to switch lenses, I have to take the backpack off… so I was having fun with the long shots, but I had to back up a lot for the close stuff.
And then I met my two new friends.
Don’t get me wrong. I met lots of friends. I played with a baby on the BART train, and two cute little girl in the cable car line. And I met other dogs too.
They were sweet… and soft…
I took pictures of them playing, because they were so furry that sometimes they blended into one big, playful ball.
They are some kind of French sheepdog.
Sometimes, you couldn’t tell where one dog ended and another began.
Speaking about which, everybody is gone from the Christmas madness at my mom’s house. All the brothers and wives and nephews and nieces and even my other daughter and her fiance have all gone home. Now it is just my wife and I, our younger daughter and her boyfriend, my mom, and one last brother… who lives here to help my mom out. That is still 6 people, but it seems so quiet here now. I think we are going to go down to Berkeley in a while and get my daughter’s boyfriend a real Berkeley tie dye t-shirt. Seems like the thing to do, even if he isn’t all that thrilled about it. HA!
“I’m the king of the world!”
Bench monkeys.
