For some time my friend Kate has been wanting to take me on an urban hike in San Francisco. Kate is of a rare breed - she was actually born there. We often talk during her lunch hour as she hikes around the downtown area. With one thing and other this hike was a while coming. Kate, a Morris dancer and a Merry Pryankster among other things, had seriously injured her calf and had to cut back on her urban hikes for several months. I am not in the area that often but finally we made it.
Our goal, among other things was to hike up to Coit Tower.
Coit Tower is "up there". San Francisco is a city of hills. Some sidewalks are so steep that they have stairs. So, we went up. And up. And up some more.
One set of stairs opened up to the next street up and on to the next set of stairs.
While climbing we watched a city garbage collector carrying OnHisBack a large plastic garbage bin up the stairs.
Note the writing to the right of this photo. I also like the vintage lights. There are WPA murals on the inside of the circular building with most of them done in fresco. The view from the top is spectacular.
Pausing, we looked down to the piers and across to the Bay Bridge. In with the good air, out with the bad air.
There were lots of lovely gardens and one black cat that wouldn't stay still long enough to be photographed.
Pausing, we looked down to the piers and across to the Bay Bridge. In with the good air, out with the bad air.
We heard, saw, and enjoyed the wild parrots of Telegraph Hill. There's the Bay Bridge again in the background and just the southern edge of Treasure Island.
There were lots of lovely gardens and one black cat that wouldn't stay still long enough to be photographed.
We descended down the other side of the hill in search of lunch and other sights.
There was a funeral in progress at The Church of Dirty Harry so we didn't go in. That's Kate pointing the way. We had a nice lunch while watching the world go by. On our way to our next stop we drove by where Lt. Frank Bullitt lived and where Kim Novak stood (sorry Kate, I forget which movie - Vertigo I think but we also went by Ft. Point so I may be crossing my wires).
There was a funeral in progress at The Church of Dirty Harry so we didn't go in. That's Kate pointing the way. We had a nice lunch while watching the world go by. On our way to our next stop we drove by where Lt. Frank Bullitt lived and where Kim Novak stood (sorry Kate, I forget which movie - Vertigo I think but we also went by Ft. Point so I may be crossing my wires).
NEXT STOP
Wonderful building, lovely art and very moving tableau's to departed loved ones.
The Columbarium of San Francisco. An absolutely, way cool, MustSee if you're in SF place.
Wonderful building, lovely art and very moving tableau's to departed loved ones.
There were several magnificent stained glass windows including this:
THE HOLY SPINNER
O Holy Spinner of the bridge from Summer into Fall, apple-polisher, reaper of ripeness, harvest-maker, vision-keeper of the winter yet to come, We come, this morning, called to be your people gathered, called to celebrate the new beginnings you are bringing forth. You have said, "Seek my face." From our hearts we say to you, "Your face, o God, do we seek." Hide not your face from us. Turn not your servants away in anger, You who have been our help. Cast us not off, forsake us not, o God of our salvation, for we come to worship you in the name of our Savior Jesus, the Christ. Amen.
A quick google showed that Flora Lewis Paxton was born in 1868 and died in 1898..
I didn't find much out about the Holy Spinner but I did find this:
Invocation
O Holy Spinner of the bridge from Summer into Fall, apple-polisher, reaper of ripeness, harvest-maker, vision-keeper of the winter yet to come, We come, this morning, called to be your people gathered, called to celebrate the new beginnings you are bringing forth. You have said, "Seek my face." From our hearts we say to you, "Your face, o God, do we seek." Hide not your face from us. Turn not your servants away in anger, You who have been our help. Cast us not off, forsake us not, o God of our salvation, for we come to worship you in the name of our Savior Jesus, the Christ. Amen.
I am home again and my thighs are thinking they might start speaking to me again.
posted by Earin Marybird @ 3:30 PM
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Yes, it was Vertigo. We saw Jimmy Stewart's house (900 Lombard St.)and the spot where Kim Novak jumped into the Bay. The Church of Dirty Harry's proper name is the Church of Saints Peter and Paul and is where Joe DiMaggio's wedding pictures with Marilyn Monroe were taken.(They were not allowed to actually wed in the church because they were both divorced, although DiMaggio's first marriage was celebrated there.) It is called the Church of Dirty Harry because two Dirty Harry films were shot there: Dirty Harry and The Dead Pool.
If you want water go to the Well. Thank you Kate. You told me so much stuff my brain was full and I was so busy trying to keep enough oxygen in my lungs. My thighs are still harboring a grudge against you though. : - )
Glad to be the Purveyor of Useless Trivia. This makes up for when you tried to kill me on that hike. Shirttail Canyon, or something like that?
Nice serie of pictures!
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