Monday, May 26, 2014

Golden Visit

In a new city, you notice more. Maybe your senses are on high alert, taking in, filtering out what is most essential for your experience.

They were a tall family of red heads. Not strawberry blondes, not gingers, not auburn headed, but a vibrant orange haired family. And they were everywhere. At first I though that they were following me, later I knew different.

On the top level of the double-decker bus
             Union Square, SF                  
                                                                          and at Alcatraz                  

They waited patiently in the line for the cable cars,   

and when we finally got on, they took turns hanging on the outside running board.

There they were again at
Lombard St, the crookedest
street in the city.

Lori's Diner
Ferry Plaza Farmers Market

and at meals everywhere....

By the time we met at the Golden Gate Bridge, we took each other's photographs as they tried to tame their flyaway hair.

Because in the end, we realized after following each other around in a new city, that we are all connected. By luck, by fate, by choice.                                                                                                      

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