Running seemingly millions of errands on Saturday, I did not think I would have time for photography and left both my DSLR and point-and-shoot at home. But as the rain came down whilst traveling on the 33-Stanyan bus from the Mission to the Upper Haight, it occurred to me that an experiment presented itself. What if I used my old iPhone 4 with its pixelating camera, the window next to me, and the rain to create a different take on the term “watercolor?”
Somehow I managed to get everything done, and rewarded myself by seeing Charlie Chaplin’s The Gold Rush at the justly legendary Castro Theater. This roughly 100 year old theater with its “mighty Wurlitzer organ” is an ideal site for watching silent films. The next such festival takes place from May 29-June 1, hint, hint.
After the show, I walked to the bus stop, passing in order: a parked truck filled with dancing men wearing nothing but gold lame shorts; a professional string quartet playing for spare change on the sidewalk; and a guy playing Elton John tunes on his electric piano. Dinner? A carne asada super burrito with black beans, sour cream and guacamole.
When San Francisco gets it right, no city does it better.
Vonn Scott Bair