K.L is a neuroscientist, educator, geocacher, Unitarian-Universalist, amateur violinist, and parent. She has always been fascinated by how people’s brains learn, and especially why this process is easier and more fun for some brains than others. This led her to get a PhD in Neuroscience, work in biotech, and then become a science educator and writer. She is from the San Francisco Bay Area.
Most people seem to know these houses because they were in a show that I never watched. I found out about them through geocaching. My family and I went into San Francisco for New Year’s Day and one of our first stops was this virtual geocache.
Virtual caches are a special kind of geocache that doesn’t involve finding an actual container. Instead, you go to the coordinates posted on the site and answer some questions about what you find there, and maybe post a picture of yourself at the location.
Virtual caches are often located next to famous landmarks, and can be useful in helping you get to know a new place, or when planning a sightseeing route while traveling.
In this case, the cache site was in Alamo Square Park, across from the houses but affording a good view (Alamo Square Park is also, I learned, the place where the family in the show I never watched had a picnic in the opening credits).
At that location, the doors were not particularly visible, so I had to get closer for this challenge. This meant I had to explain to my family about Thursday Doors. Fortunately, they’re used to weird mom things like that.
This is the perfect challenge to tell you about the wonderful interesting room I had in San Francisco a couple of months ago. I wanted to support these people because they are from the Valley. In the pictures the rooms look fabulous.
In their defense, I drove in late, and was lucky to get a room. I got the last available room, and it was in the basement.
Whoever heard of rooms in the basement? Yes, it had a window. It was two stories above the ground level. I know, it confused me, too. The view was unusual _______.
I didn’t care about outdated wallpaper that didn’t match the vintage of the building. My worst complaint wasn’t the bath tub. In fact I looked forward to getting into the spa tub. Until…
I ran the water.
I didn’t need a soak in tan that badly. I fell into bed tired and dirty, and after breakfast the next morning decided to just leave. I phoned ahead for my car because it could take up to 30 minutes to get it. I went down up to the lobby twenty minutes later, and waited an hour an a half downstairs upstairs.
As old hotels in San Francisco go, this one probably rates better than you might get from my review. My friend Sally rented a brochure room when she stayed there.
SC got me started on this quest in a fleeting moment when I was thinking of writing something else entirely, but I do love WP Challenges.
Some ideas to get you started:
Observing nature and capturing a quiet, special moment.
Experimenting with shots of movement.
Taking a snapshot of someone deep in thought (or alternatively, in mid-action).
Exploring a place that’s transient in nature (airports, stations, streets, etc.).
We think this theme is open to many interpretations and look forward to seeing what you come up with!
Here are some more photos of the Thai dancers that we came upon in a fleeting moment in San Francisco as we just happened on them. The problem with fleeting is that you don’t really know what is going on, and you don’t stick around long enough to find out. Even though we were just passing through I decided to move closer to get some better pictures than I can take with my lens extended all the way out to 270 mm.
Click on the pictures below for a larger view slide show and camera information.
We just walked into Union Square, San Francisco, and there they were.
I moved in for the kill. (not literally!)
They probably explained all this, but we missed it.
Even if I had heard the explanation, in my mind it’s fleeting! 🙂
For a fleeting moment it was like he caught my eye.
Then he was gone!
She, too, looked up for a fleeting moment.
Each beat of the drum is fleeting as the sound fades nearly the instant the drummer strikes the drum.
I drifted off for a fleeting moment and forgot what I was saying. I hade to erase the beginning of my first caption.
There was nothing fleeting about the amount of preparation that went into this performance.
For a fleeting moment they enjoyed the limelight.
Even the sunlight, beaming down on this young man is fleeting in San Francisco.
One fleeting bow and the performance has fleeted by.
Soon they will start another dance, then the entire event will be a thing of the past for them as well as us.
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As I begin to compose this post, I am listening to the stories about the tornadoes in Oklahoma, and I’m so sorry for those of you who are dealing with those horrendous storms. I have to stop writing and watch the news. This post will have to wait until tomorrow. The tornadoes are more frightening than anything that Hitchcock imagined, and more urgent for you to watch and read as well. My thoughts and prayers are with those who are suffering there.
This morning I am going to take you out of the aftermath of the storms virtually to San Francisco where 67% of you voted to hear about in my next posts.
Back to the recent past, our walk up to Huntington Park. First of all, if you’ve never been to San Francisco, you don’t get the FEEL for how steep the hills are. On a 3D video, you might lose your stomach riding in a virtual car. It’s not that bad in real-time, but almost, especially from a back seat where you can’t see the road as you start downhill.
The reaction on foot is different! Trust me, on foot, going up, those same inclines feel more like a heart attack. Of course, we were almost late. We had no idea it would take us almost 20 minutes to walk up three measly blocks! Bending forward, noses nearly touching the ground to ward off wind resistance, we climbed at top speed up Taylor to Huntington Park across from Grace Cathedral on the corner of California and Taylor. There we met up with our group.
No pictures of two ladies struggling up these hills! 🙂
Here Robert has us gathered at Huntington Park across from Grace Cathedral.
This beautiful building was pictured in Vertigo. No people, though.
How different it looks in different light and perspective.
I had to rent the movie Vertigo after this walking tour. I never realized how few Alfred Hitchcock movies I had seen until I took this tour in San Francisco with Robert. Granted in 1958 when this film was in the theaters, my parents would not have allowed me to watch it anyway! Most of you, were probably not even born by that time. So, I watched the entire movie until the last two minutes, and the movie stopped and the annoying loading circle took over the screen. It never finished loading. If YOU haven’t seen the movie, and don’t want to take the time to watch it, the link above will give you a plot summary and a list of the buildings as well. They changed the ending for European viewers. The English particularly, weren’t as into murder as we were. In the US, the murderer got by with it. Yikes! I’m moving to Europe before THAT happens! Oh, right that was almost 60 years ago. Wake me up!
Robert is the #1 Vertigo/Kim Novak fan. He had a signed picture from her. No, he didn’t let us see the real one. He made copies of everything. Just like our other tour guide, he had a binder of pictures to show us while we stood in the wrong place listening to his story. He held us spell bound over hill and dale for over two hours!
We learned a wee bit about Grace Cathedral and Hitchcock, who, in one movie kidnapped a priest for effect. A real priest, I don’t think so, but it made an awfully good story to start a tour.
Robert told us a great story about the condo where Kim Novak and her husband lived, “The Brocklebank” at 1000 Mason Street on Nob Hill, but all the time he was talking I thought he was talking about the Fairmont Hotel, so I took more pictures of that and of the fog at the end of the street. What I remember was Ms. Brocklebank, the woman who owned the hotel and had an apartment in it as well, was late on her payment, so they repossessed it. In addition, since she lived there, they also repossessed all of her personal goods. Now the rents there are fairly low for some of the renters. Some of them have been there since the seventies price freezes. Their rent is only about $1,200 a month. Normal rent is between $5,000 and $14,000 a month!
The Brocklebank condo.
Standing on the corner looking towards Bay.
The Hitchcock movies filmed in San Francisco created quite a bit of work for set makers, and videographers. The few things that were filmed inside of actual buildings were done so for odd reasons like he liked the floor. OK, that’s important! Hitchcock recreated most of the buildings in a set so that the walls did not inhibit the videographers. In one scene he hired the chef, and the extras ate real restaurant meals for 8 hours straight. Then it was time for lunch! 🙂 My kind of job! 🙂
This was one of the hotel rooms that Kim Novak entered. This is one of the VERY few buildings left standing after the 1906 earthquake.
Vertigo Hotel today
Vertigo Hotel remodeled
Here is another famous place to which Jimmy Stewart followed Kim Novak. It’s been renamed and renovated now. You might like to stay at the Vertigo Hotel. Robert showed us pictures from his binder that looked like the picture I just copied from the internet. The rates are all over the place – $79-$550 per night! hmmm. Our rooms were pretty small. I think I’ll transfer.
The last place I’ll take you is the “Argosy” Bookstore which is really the Argonaut. It wasn’t open when we were on our tour, so Jean and I went back the next day, and spent half the day there. Amazingly, when we walked in the first book that caught my eye was a 1895 Atlas of TULARE COUNTY! Now why in the world would a famous SF bookstore have a Tulare County atlas? Well, they had just made a huge purchase from a Tulare County estate. “Who was it?” I asked.
“Stan Barnes,” answered the Bob Haines at Argonaut. Stan Barnes is the man in Tulare County that was responsible for getting Tulare County Historical Society involved with Tulare County Office of Education History Day. He passed away just before the Society named the first scholarship for $500 in his name this March. We spent the next hour or more looking through much of Stan’s collection, and trying to find information on Bravo Lake. What a bonus to our amazing Mother’s Day trip.
I hope you are all safe, and hope you enjoyed the tour. 🙂
Sixty-seven percent of you wanted to read more about the walking tours we took. (that’s about 4 of you!) Walking tours in San Francisco are free, ours were both well attended. On Saturday we walked a mile around the very flat Embarcadero area, and on Sunday we hiked UPTaylor Street to California and spent two hours exploring the old haunts of Alfred Hitchcock. Fortunately we did that tour during the daylight hours, and there were no birds out, to speak of. I’ll tell you more about that tour tomorrow, if you’re still interested.
You probably knew that these birds were dropped into a background. They were actually checking out the local garbage dump. Sorry to ruin the terror so early into the post, but I’m terrorized frustrated today with my computer because it won’t process my pictures because of a disk error. It’s driving me insane – oh no that’s Alfred that’s doing that!
This looks like a good, fast food place to eat.
Not bad, they forgot to put on the tomatoes, avocados and pesto on Jean’s sandwich, but other than that, pretty fair.
The first tour would have been easier if we hadn’t just run from eating lunch at the top of Neiman Marcus Department Store in Union Square down to the Ferry Building to make it to the 2:00 tour on time.
Landmark #1 to find
Finding where we wanted to go was like going on a treasure hunt at a party. We had our trusty map, and cell phone, AND we stopped an asked people along the way. We prepared by buying a ticket to ride every type of public transportation available, but could we find a bus stop when we needed one? They were all over, but people kept saying, “You can see the tower from here.” I’d move to where they were standing and look, nod my head like I really saw it, but I didn’t. After one person left, I asked Jean if she had seen it. She FiNALLY admitted that she hadn’t! 🙂 We trudged on – rapidly, our lunch weighing us me down quite a bit.
We made it, and by the time shown on the famous clock tower, we were across the street from the Ferry Building and well on our way. Crossing the street in the thirty years between the 1960s and 1990s would have been impossible because a freeway ran right through the Embarcadero area. Not everyone wanted President Eisenhower’s federal money to create freeways connecting all major cities across the nation. One woman, Sue Bierman, a resident of the Haight-Ashbury, organized a rally to emphasize that not everyone in San Francisco wanted a cement city. Melvina Reynolds wrote a song especially for the rally held to halt the effort to populate San Francisco with 10 lovely freeways planned for the area.
At this point on the tour I’m sorry, but got sidetracked by the natives enjoying themselves in Justin Herman Plaza across from the Ferry Building. It was really Jean’s fault. She said, “Look at those guys over there. I think they’re loaded.” So I focused my long lens on them until one of them smiled at me, and then I knew the gig was up, and I moved on to my next victim I mean sight on the tour.
The tour guide said something about this lovely fountain designed by Armand Vaillancourt, and how controversial it was because it was made out of ugly concrete tubing. I must have no taste in art. I like it.
I missed all that because I was trying to catch a picture of the tightrope walker. I wonder what kind of toes he had. We meandered over to a park and stood next to a cherry tree. She talked about the tree some, but by then a girl had tried her luck at the tightrope, and a young couple in love captured my light sensor.
“Excuse me, what nationality are your toes?”
Roman toes, ah ha, no wonder I can’t do that!
I didn’t want to get in their faces.
She’s up, oh, she’s down. No she’s in the arms of the tightrope teacher!
Next we stopped in a park-like courtyard of an expensive condominium. Just before we got there, Jean announced, “If I lived in San Francisco, I’d want to live right in the city.” That was before the tour guide told us that normal rent ranged from $5,000 to $14,000 a MONTH!
A studio condo rents for $5,000 a month.
Where is it that you want to live, Jean?
We should have taken a clue from our hotel room. I didn’t take pictures of it for you because we had it cluttered before we opened the door the first time. Yes, it was SMALL, but in its defense, it was close to lots of cool places.
Way too cool for me to pay attention
The lighting was perfect – about 3:30 p.m.
Could you have paid attention?
Three pictures, same building
Old and new together
I had to burn the sky a little here.
We ambled a bit farther on one street and stopped where there was a little alcove tucked into this awesome brick building. There were lines and shadows all over the sidewalk, and sun sparkling on the windows, and I couldn’t hear a thing the young tour guide was reading from her book as I paced excitedly up and down the street somewhat near to the rest of the group. Which of the three views of the building do you like best? What is the name of the building?
I must have embarrassed Jean with all my wanderings. She left the group. She will kill me if she does read this post because she hates having her picture taken – ever! I just love this picture of her, though, and my background came out perfectly blurry. I’m so proud of it! We left the tour after that, and caught a cable car back to the hotel to get ready for our next event.
I dodged and burned this a little to correct the lighting.
No dodging or burning in this photo. Just clinging for dear life.
The man in back of me hanging out the side of the cable car, sort of urged me to not lean out so far. I had a really hard time taking pictures because I had my coat on, and my camera was over my shoulder under my coat, and I was hanging on with one arm wrapped around the pole so I wouldn’t fall off. Ding, ding – not me, the cable car!
So that was our first few hours in San Francisco. We went to see Beach Blanket Babylon, the longest running play in America in the evening then came back to our hotel, checked out the internet downstairs, then crashed.
There was no internet in our room the first night. No cell phone service either. By the way, Sally had a huge room with two huge beds and a jacuzzi tub in the same hotel when she went. hmmmm
Joshua Abraham Norton came from England to the United States, and like thousands of others rushed to California to enlarge his already hefty fortune of $40,000. After amassing up to $250,000 at his peak, Norton eventually lost his fortune and his sanity. Losing his sanity, however, did not affect his ability to make an impact on his community.
Good-looking, with a TOUCH of grandiosity, he declared himself Emperor of the United States, fired the President, and abolished Congress through a series of letters written to the San Francisco newspapers. Editors loved the flamboyant letters and published them, kicking off his 21 year reign as Emperor. Being penniless, he had to do something to support his expensive habits, so he printed his own money, and amazingly most vendors accepted it. He also taxed the citizens of San Francisco for various offenses such as referring to the city as Frisco. Though a bit crazy, he was well liked, for when he died, still penniless in actual U.S. currency, he was buried with the proper pomp and circumstance afforded an emperor, and 10,000 citizens attended his funeral. Not bad for a legitimately crazy, street person. I think I would have liked to meet him. 🙂 So now you know, Wanda WAS right! Gold Epaulet for Wanda! My post tomorrow is going to be up to you. I have tons of ideas and tons of pictures you’ve never seen, and there is no way that they are all going to get written. Not having Ralph’s amazing degree of PhUN, I’m going to offer what I THINK I know and do best.
I love lines and shadows, bricks and glass. Patterns can be numbers. like how many petals on a flower, or leaves on a stem, or points on a leaf. My friend Jean and I just got back from San Francisco. This beautiful church, St. Patrick’s Catholic Church, lurred me into its trap. How many different patterns do you see? It’s the perfect question to pose in a Common Core classroom.
The doors of buildings inspire sculptures and designers worldwide and over the centuries.
Arches are distinctly a contribution of Roman culture. The repetitive pattern of arches in the doorways and windows is a perfect tribute to its heritage by a San Franciscan Roman Catholic church.
Here is the impressive front door. I love the reflection in the window next to the back door. Patterns abound.
Across the street are the Yerba Buena Gardens beckoning visitors with another arch and shadow patterns winking from the cement walkway. Did you know that Yerba Buena, meaning good herb, probably a mint, was San Francisco’s first name? So if SF was a girl, her whole name would be Yerba Buena San Francisco.
I love the patterns of the glistening windows of tall buildings against the brilliant blue sky.
Large cities are fun because of all the patterns you find in them. Math teachers have used a simple walking field trip to inspire their students to learn about the many patterns around them. With the pictures of many patterns burned into their brains, and on the sensors of their cameras, they go back to the classrooms and learn the formulas for figuring out those patterns. And voilá, next generation’s civil engineers. This is just as much fun for parents and grandparents to do when they walk or drive with their kids as counting how many VWs they can find, and much more educational.
Speaking of education. Some of you are still guessing about our wax visitor yesterday. One person knew precisely who it was. I’m going to leave you wondering for one more day. In the meantime, practice being historians with your kids and grandkids. Who are the famous people in your lifetime. Who are the infamous ones? Are any of them appealing enough to immortalize. My waxy friend was.
In Tulare County we glorify train bandits, Sontag and Evans.
I don’t know why this story has retained it popularity here. Historians erected no statues, but they wrote books and even a famous play in San Francisco during the 1890s about the “famous bandits of California” Hu Maxwell. The Visalia Fox Theater brought the historic play to life about 10 years ago, and my husband and I, along with a huge crowd in Visalia attended.
The famous gun battle in which John Sontag lost his life took place in a place called Stone Corral in 1893.
Chris Evans, his partner, only lost an eye and an arm.
Eva Paterson was only a teenager when she debated Spiro Agnew on national television in 1970. When she became an attorney she fought for Civil Rights for many underserved groups of people. Though she grew up in a violent home, she became a champion for those whose rights were challenged at home or in society. In the late 1970s she successfully sued the Oakland Police Department for not coming to the aide of battered women.
“Prior to taking the helm of the Equal Justice Society in 2003, Paterson worked at the Lawyers’ Committee for Civil Rights for twenty-six years, thirteen of them as Executive Director. Paterson led the organization’s work providing free legal services to low-income individuals, litigating class action civil rights cases, and advocating for social justice. At the Lawyers’ Committee, she was part of a broad coalition that filed the groundbreaking anti-discrimination suit against race and gender discrimination by the San Francisco Fire Department. That lawsuit successfully desegregated the department, winning new opportunities for women and minority firefighters.” http://www.equaljusticesociety.org/about/evapaterson/
Paterson, though part of an historic movement in the United States, the Civil Rights Movement, keeps on producing results. On Saturday, March 9, at the CCSS conference in Burlingame, CA, “Ms. Paterson will be joined in a panel discussion by two Dream Act student leaders, Sofia Campos and Catherine Eusebio, courageous immigrant youth who are building a new civil rights movement, risking arrest and deportation to fight for the rights of immigrant youth and their families.” CCSS Conference Brochure
Martin Luther King Junior had a dream. Some people living in the United States are inhibited from following their dreams because of their immigrant status as children. “The ‘The DREAM Act is a bipartisan legislation ‒ pioneered by Sen. Orin Hatch [R-UT] andSen. Richard Durbin [D-IL] ‒ that can solve this hemorrhaging injustice in our society. Under the rigorous provisions of the DREAM Act, qualifying undocumented youth would be eligible for a 6 year long conditional path to citizenship that requires completion of a college degree or two years of military service.” http://dreamact.info/ Two of these students will share their stories during the panel discussion on Saturday, March 9, 2013 in Burlingame, CA.
Eva has come full circle. As a student she came to the spotlight during a panel discussion addressing then President Spiro Agnew, and next Saturday she will participate on a panel discussion with students who share the their own struggle for civil rights nearly 50 years later.
No matter what your politics, you will enjoy this inspiring speaker at the conference. You will be amazed.