This is India Street in Little Italy – where we live. This is what it looked like this morning at 7:10 a.m. as an estimated 2,000 bike riders waited to start a race. You can see the starting line near the top of the image. The view is from the fourth floor of our building.
The second shot, looking straight down, is riders at the back of the pack working their way up to the starting line several minutes after the leaders took off. I deliberately shot at a slow shutter speed to create the motion blur.
There are lots of restaurants in our neighborhood – many of them very good. This one wasn’t. It’s been out of business for several months now. The unused tables and chairs are secured by a rusty chain to the fence that encloses the sidewalk dining area. But that’s not enough to stop passers-by from leaving comments.
Among the many wrought iron gates on our street, this is one of the biggest. It blocks a courtyard adjacent to a closed business. I hadn’t paid much attention to the gate because it’s rather ordinary. However, there is a vine growing along the gate which has wound itself around the wrought iron representation of a vine that decorates the gate’s upper section. I only noticed it today because of the flowers that have bloomed in the last day or two. While the leaves on the living vine are not exactly the same as those on the metal one (the latter are grape, I think) there is enough similarity for me to find it amusing. It’s almost as if nature were imitating art – but doing a better job.
This sign is on the roof of a Mexican cantina on India Street at the north end of Little Italy. However, the structure has had different uses and the sign different messages in the time we’ve lived here. Prior to the Mexican theme, the building tried to be part of the club scene as the Airport Lounge (I think). The Airport name was appropriate as it is under the flight path for planes landing at Lindberg Field. It was empty for a while before that. If you look at the top of the arrow, you can see the remains of the letters “DRY” as in dry cleaning.
I took this on India Street a little over a block from our home. The building across the street from where I was standing was reflecting a building behind me. The latter building is also a glass-sided structure and it was reflecting a third building that was flying an American flag. I had seen this a few days ago but the light was wrong – all marine layer overcast. However, this afternoon we finally saw the sun after about two weeks of gray. And the sun was on the flag long enough for me to get this shot.
This was shot from my office window. I had noticed these guys across the street. From the way they were standing and their body language, I thought maybe a fight coming. Instead, they went into a few bars of a song in beautiful four-part harmony. They stopped, talked, and then harmonized again on a long-drawn note. Then they started singing “Java Jive” in an a cappella style that seemed a cross between barbershop quartet and jazz group. (Interesting song selection as they were standing across the street from a coffee shop on the ground floor of our building) I got my camera and shot from the window as a small crowd gathered on the corner to listen.
They sang the one song and stopped. The crowd cheered and then dispersed. Meanwhile, the singers stood to listen to a recording one of them had made of their song.
They didn’t sing any other songs and after a few more minutes, they left. It’s another reason Jan loves where we live.
How often does one pay attention to street lamps during the day? I don’t know why one would. I was sitting in the Piazza Basilone watching tourists trying to enjoy our unusually cool July weather. It was a totally gray, marine-layer dominated day in which we didn’t see the sun.
Glancing acrpss the street, I noticed something odd about the street lamps in front of a relatively new building in our neighborhood. The globes on all of the street lamps adjacent to the building had been painted so that the side facing the building was black.
The building is mostly glass on the sides. And an unpainted lamp would shine right into the apartments on the first level above the street. I’m assuming the builder got permission to paint them and I imagine the residents of those units appreciate it.
Photographically, I liked the contrast created by the building, sky, and painted lamps.