I never think of my neighborhood, Bernal Heights, as being anything but a funky eclectic mix of relatively inexpensive tiny cottages (relative to Pacific Heights, let's say) on up to middle range-priced houses. The overall feeling is homey and traditional or neo-traditional. Not much on the architecture front that would qualify as modern. No sleek minimalist lines for us Bernalites.
But yesterday's 10:30 a.m. shadows on Prentiss Street looked sleek and modern. This may be one of the sleekest abstracts I've ever done. I could see it framed in someone's high tech minimalist penthouse living room with huge windows on every side, looking out over an outrageous view of San Francisco. Mostly neutral colors, of course, with only the occasional spot of taxi cab yellow in a crystal vase, or a strategically placed purple throw pillow.
I wouldn't have seen the geometry if Olivia hadn't insisted on digging her feet in and bracing herself against my tug on her leash as she rooted around in a patch of stinky dirty dog heaven. I gave in, looked across the street, let my eyes move up toward the sky, let the angles and lines sink in.
Speaking of Ms.Olivia, she's busy chasing a fat fly around in the house. It came in through the open back door, which I opened because how could I not, on such a sunny spring day?
That's about it. Mainly I'm still working on trying to fix the Writing Salon's broken website registration system. Have been trying for two months, to no avail. I should be tearing my hair out but...been there, done that. So I'm acting all enlightened and mellow, like it doesn't bother me one bit. Like I don't sweat the small or the large stuff, ever.
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