I started out writing this post to say I was going to take a break from this blog. I get disenchanted with San Francisco from time to time. When my car gets broken into, when I get stuck in a MUNI fiasco, when I encounter one too many stop sign runners, when I almost get run over on my bike, etc. It's bound to happen to even the most-hardcore city dweller from time to time. But then I looked through my Sunset photos and changed my mind.
My father was somehow related to Ralph Waldo Emerson, which means I am, too, I suppose. I hadn't seen this quote before, it is apt.
The plaque is on this house, with the pelicans in the window.
I really like the lines.