San Francisco is one of my favorite places to visit, specifically for the weather and terrain. I’ve been there enough over the years to appreciate the good along with the bad, which is why I no longer want to live there anymore. A fine place to visit, yes; to live, no. I had some friends that were long time residents of downtown San Francisco – having been there since the psychedelic paisley days of the late 1960s –whom decided to shutter their businesses, sell their home, and relocate far away from all of the crime, drugs, and homelessness that have inundated San Francisco in recent years. Which is a crying shame because it’s such a stunning city to experience.
Photo info: Golden Gate Bridge Fort Point National Historic Site San Francisco, California May 2003 Canon PowerShot G3 digicam
I know they aren’t visible to the naked eye, but there really are berserker dogs in this image. They are in the parked vehicle in the left hand section of the frame. My family and I had arrived in Crescent City earlier in the afternoon, eaten an early dinner, and were taking a chilly November stroll on the dock before heading off to bed – all the while enjoying the evening lights and the neat atmospheric conditions. As we slowly wandered and sauntered around pier, dithering this way and that, we passed next to the parked vehicle…
And that’s when all hell broke loose.
Unknown to us at the time, there were two large guard dogs lurking in the car – contained only by the closed doors and windows – and when we got too close, they went absolutely apeshit and proceeded to completely rip the interior of the car to pieces in their anger at not being able to do the same to us. The dogs – backlit and in silhouette – were raging, the car was violently rocking, and we could see large chunks of upholstery being tossed around in the interior like an F2 tornado was loose in it.
Once we got over our initial shock, we found the slapstick scene to be hilarious and guffawed to the point where we could hardly walk, with the dogs continuing to go berserk at the sight of us. We ended up beating a hasty retreat, though we continued to belly laugh all the way to our hotel rooms some distance away. We never saw anyone come out and check on the dogs, and wondered what they would think of the destruction when they finally did.
Photo info: November night on the dock Harbor District Crescent City, California November 2012 Leica Summilux 50/1.4 ASPH lens Sony NEX-5N digital camera