The end of fall.
Fall came and went in a haze of, oh, I don't know, work, depression, and Kevin.
I took some pictures.
First, the leaves. Non-Californians often claim that we have no fall. I don't think that's quite right. You just have to know where to look.
The trees outside of Soda were a lovely red. They've lost all their leaves, now.
I also enjoyed the multi-colored leaves of one of the trees on the sidewalk between the GTU and Ridge House one sunny day.
An unexpected view in San Francisco on a certain November evening:
Later that week, I walked to Safeway to buy s'mores materials for the fire I was to have in my fireplace. On the way over, I stopped to look at the view of the bay from the staircase down to Arch. Something about the way the light from the clouds reflected on the water was particularly catching, though I'm not sure it really comes across in the photo.
On the way home, the clouds had changed.
I spent a short evening in San Francisco with Sarah and Elliot. Elliot told us what he had learned about some of the buildings in the area from his San Francisco architecture class. We snuck into an old hotel and then explored a rooftop garden in what I believe was a Bank of America building. Elliot said the garden was built after they chopped off the top of the building in exchange for being able to build a high rise later.
The view of the intersection below:
And the high rises above:
