One Hawthorne, SF, CA

I work near this new building full of high-end condos.


While I do worry about how much broken glass will fill the streets if The Big One hits and I'm at work, I can't help smiling a little when I look at her every day on my way in.

Why?

Because I know that in her basement/foundation whatever the fuck's down there exists a wall that used to be part of an older building in SF and on that wall there's this:


I love bacon.

Perfect Products.

Praised be the pig.

Previously:
This is Why I Always Try To Have My Camera Handy

Destination: Downieville

At the end of July, Donna and I joined our friend Marie on a little Gold Rush country getaway- the Lure Resort in Downieville, CA to be exact.

Downieville has a pretty colorful history. It's hard to believe this tiny place with a population of 300 or so was once home to 5,000 49ers (as in gold miners, not football players). It must have been a fucking madhouse.

It's also the only place in California to have ever lynched a woman. Her name was Juanita. She stabbed a miner. There's a breakfast named after her at the local diner.

Interesting place.


There's more on my flickr page...