At the Bar: Two Views

One view, in color, of a group of people at a pub I frequent during baseball season. Another one, in black and white and from a slightly pulled-back perspective, after the jump.

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Travis Bickle's Dream Comes True (Sort Of)

"Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets." Until then, in SF at least, we have these trucks that come by every so often.

If Not for the Courage of Her Fearless Crew

Off Thompson Flat Cemetery Road in Oroville.

I've Just Seen a Face

I've finally gotten rid of the crutches (and the cane that I used for a few days as well), and am able to get out a bit. Not for too long, as I'm still wearing the boot, which makes for uncomfortable walking after a while, but some. While I've been under house arrest, a number of new pieces of artwork have sprung up in my neighborhood. Like this, for instance.

30 Seconds Over Oroville

Tioga Pass

Along Tioga Pass, east of Yosemite, on the road to Hwy. 395.

Lotsa Luck

Lunch at Mission Rock

Here's one that garnered a little attention on some of the local blogs. This is the waterfront restaurant known as Mission Rock, which has been completely redone and reopened with new owners and a much-needed sprucing up. Good menu, great place to enjoy some oysters and a beer at the edge of the SF Bay.

Under the Volcano

Early evening in Portland.

St. Stephen's Basilica

Back to Budapest for a bit.

The Gnome and the Seahorse

The front of a house in the Outer Sunset district of SF.

Chicks Dig Flowers

Along the Pacific Crest Trail in Goat Rocks Wilderness, Washington.

Back of Parliament

From my first night in Budapest, a view from the opposite side of what someone on Flickr termed the "money shot" of Parliament on the Danube. I got plenty of those, too, but I like this one a lot.

Youth Flees as Old Age Approaches

I've been going through my Budapest set, and this shot particularly struck me.

Carson Mansion

The Carson Mansion (now a private club) in Eureka, just before sundown.

Stockpiling Fuel

Driving along Highway 36, east of Fortuna, I spotted this now-defunct gas station being used to store a different kind of fuel. Mrs. G obliged me and pulled over so I could get the shot.

Samoa Cookhouse

The first time Mrs. G and I visited this place, just outside of Eureka, was on our honeymoon, 27 years ago. It hasn't changed a bit.

Suspension of Disbelief

The Ways We Get From Here To There

Heading out of town for a couple days. Here's a shot from a drive through the Presidio on Thursday. (Also, happy anniversary, Mrs. G!)

Union Food Market

Niland, California. I'm almost to the end of all my Salton Sea photos (and thank dog for that!). Time to move on in my processing journey through last year's sabbatical.