On my way home tonight I was walking along Polk Street with the golden rays of the evening sun lancing down between the buildings. On Lombard I turned left and went half a block up the very steep Russian Hill to get a better view. This is what I saw when I turned around. A [...]

San Francisco would not be San Francisco without its hills. No matter where in the city you are, there is always a breathtaking view only a few blocks away, and often even locals are surprised when they look down a street in an unfamiliar neighborhood. There is always the moment when one nods and says: [...]

The Little City Market has been in business for over sixty years and it reminds me of the butcher shops in my hometown back in Germany. It’s a very traditional store and it shows its colors with pride – especially after business hours, when the red glow emanating from its windows lights up Stockton Street. [...]

Yesterday we had our first rainy day in April here in San Francisco – well, really only a few drizzly showers in the afternoon and evening. I had been busy at work and didn’t realize that it had been raining until I left the office and I was glad I had brought a camera, since [...]

On one of my routes to work I walk through what was once called the Latin Quarter, that then became the Italian District and is now known as North Beach. I just recently learned that this was once the Latin Quarter when I was reading a book with anecdotes from San Francisco by Almira Bailey. [...]

In late March 2008 at the Maritime Historical Park in San Francisco: The square-rigger Balclutha (1886) and steam tug Eppleton Hall (1914). Taken with my Kodak Vigilant Six-20 f6.3 (1946). I’m very fond of this picture since it is so very timeless… nothing even hints at when this photo was taken. It’s very fitting that [...]