PESO 2022 - 139 - GDG
I went to San Francisco on the day of the Pride parade this year. As has been my custom, interrupted by a couple of years of pandemic, I arrived early and walked Market Street from Civic Center to 2nd and back. I stopped and talked to vendors, to people getting ready to watch the Pride parade ... and I watched, I looked. I sometimes made a photograph.
Most everyone was wandering to their destinations, friends at their sides, coffee and snacks in their hands. Eager to see the parade begin, bright and chipper, looking towards the enjoyment of the morning. Police and security people were doing their things.
And then this street person—wrapped in a U-Haul blanket, unbathed, just awakened—strode awkwardly down the street looking for...?... Everyone gave him a wide berth. He was confused, he was tired, he was hungry. He looked from face to face, blurrily, hoping for...?... something, and continued to walk on.
There was something proud, and sad, in his walk. He was not old; in another time and place he might have been another handsome guy in his thirties. He held to a dignity in his plight, in his exhaustion and search for succor: it was as if he had been dropped into this place from afar, from another time, and could not relate to sights and sounds which pummeled his senses.
Passing Michael Kors - San Francisco 2022 :: https://flic.kr/p/2nJMt94
I saw him again later as I walked the other direction. I'd bought a small sandwich and a bottle of water. He had withdrawn and collapsed into a doorway, now almost invisible to the passing parade goers, spent and sleeping on the hard sidewalk. I left the food and water by his side, and hoped it was was still there when he woke. I was no longer hungry.
I watched the parade begin with cheers and applause bursting all around me, waved at some of the motorcyclists as they passed, then headed home on the train.
He stays in my memories of that morning even now. And I ask myself: Is what I perceived real? Or just another illusion of my own cosmic consciousness?
G
—
No matter where you go, there you are.
Touching photo... I was trying to read what it said on the blanket that
looked like it was a 'we are the world" kind of thing but it was too
small for me to see
... I guess just advertising for U-haul..
Hope you are staying inside and are well air-conditioned .. 112 degrees
f?? I read yikes
ann
On 9/5/2022 11:23 AM, Godfrey DiGiorgi wrote:
I went to San Francisco on the day of the Pride parade this year. As has been my custom, interrupted by a couple of years of pandemic, I arrived early and walked Market Street from Civic Center to 2nd and back. I stopped and talked to vendors, to people getting ready to watch the Pride parade ... and I watched, I looked. I sometimes made a photograph.
Most everyone was wandering to their destinations, friends at their sides, coffee and snacks in their hands. Eager to see the parade begin, bright and chipper, looking towards the enjoyment of the morning. Police and security people were doing their things.
And then this street person—wrapped in a U-Haul blanket, unbathed, just awakened—strode awkwardly down the street looking for...?... Everyone gave him a wide berth. He was confused, he was tired, he was hungry. He looked from face to face, blurrily, hoping for...?... something, and continued to walk on.
There was something proud, and sad, in his walk. He was not old; in another time and place he might have been another handsome guy in his thirties. He held to a dignity in his plight, in his exhaustion and search for succor: it was as if he had been dropped into this place from afar, from another time, and could not relate to sights and sounds which pummeled his senses.
Passing Michael Kors - San Francisco 2022 :: https://flic.kr/p/2nJMt94
I saw him again later as I walked the other direction. I'd bought a small sandwich and a bottle of water. He had withdrawn and collapsed into a doorway, now almost invisible to the passing parade goers, spent and sleeping on the hard sidewalk. I left the food and water by his side, and hoped it was was still there when he woke. I was no longer hungry.
I watched the parade begin with cheers and applause bursting all around me, waved at some of the motorcyclists as they passed, then headed home on the train.
He stays in my memories of that morning even now. And I ask myself: Is what I perceived real? Or just another illusion of my own cosmic consciousness?
G
—
No matter where you go, there you are.
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Thank you, Ann!
The original image has plenty of resolution and I managed to focus properly… On the blanket, it says:
U-Haul
—
Reduce - Reuse - Recycle
{globe image }
Working for Environmental Solutions
Made of Recycled Denim
It is advertising, but reasonably well-intentioned advertising.
Outdoors right now it's about 99°F. I was going to go for a bicycle ride but not in that high a temperature; missed my chance, I should have gone out at 7am when it was in the 70°s. Our condo has AC but I haven't turned it on, it's not really that hot in here (North-East facing, first floor unit in a concrete building … it only rarely gets hot enough to need AC). Luckily, although it's hot, it's not humid at all so I can go for a decent walk (carrying water).
G
On Sep 5, 2022, at 10:30 AM, ann sanfedele annsan@nyc.rr.com wrote:
Touching photo... I was trying to read what it said on the blanket that looked like it was a 'we are the world" kind of thing but it was too small for me to see
... I guess just advertising for U-haul..
Hope you are staying inside and are well air-conditioned .. 112 degrees f?? I read yikes
ann
On 9/5/2022 11:23 AM, Godfrey DiGiorgi wrote:
I went to San Francisco on the day of the Pride parade this year. As has been my custom, interrupted by a couple of years of pandemic, I arrived early and walked Market Street from Civic Center to 2nd and back. I stopped and talked to vendors, to people getting ready to watch the Pride parade ... and I watched, I looked. I sometimes made a photograph.
Most everyone was wandering to their destinations, friends at their sides, coffee and snacks in their hands. Eager to see the parade begin, bright and chipper, looking towards the enjoyment of the morning. Police and security people were doing their things.
And then this street person—wrapped in a U-Haul blanket, unbathed, just awakened—strode awkwardly down the street looking for...?... Everyone gave him a wide berth. He was confused, he was tired, he was hungry. He looked from face to face, blurrily, hoping for...?... something, and continued to walk on.
There was something proud, and sad, in his walk. He was not old; in another time and place he might have been another handsome guy in his thirties. He held to a dignity in his plight, in his exhaustion and search for succor: it was as if he had been dropped into this place from afar, from another time, and could not relate to sights and sounds which pummeled his senses.
Passing Michael Kors - San Francisco 2022 :: https://flic.kr/p/2nJMt94
I saw him again later as I walked the other direction. I'd bought a small sandwich and a bottle of water. He had withdrawn and collapsed into a doorway, now almost invisible to the passing parade goers, spent and sleeping on the hard sidewalk. I left the food and water by his side, and hoped it was was still there when he woke. I was no longer hungry.
I watched the parade begin with cheers and applause bursting all around me, waved at some of the motorcyclists as they passed, then headed home on the train.
He stays in my memories of that morning even now. And I ask myself: Is what I perceived real? Or just another illusion of my own cosmic consciousness?
G
—
No matter where you go, there you are.
well I COULD see the global image :-)
ann(old eyes) san
(I don't go outside unless my tv new station says it is under 80 if it
is humid - unless it is actually raining or no sushine at all.
On 9/5/2022 4:17 PM, Godfrey DiGiorgi wrote:
Thank you, Ann!
The original image has plenty of resolution and I managed to focus properly… On the blanket, it says:
U-Haul
—
Reduce - Reuse - Recycle
{globe image }
Working for Environmental Solutions
Made of Recycled Denim
It is advertising, but reasonably well-intentioned advertising.
Outdoors right now it's about 99°F. I was going to go for a bicycle ride but not in that high a temperature; missed my chance, I should have gone out at 7am when it was in the 70°s. Our condo has AC but I haven't turned it on, it's not really that hot in here (North-East facing, first floor unit in a concrete building … it only rarely gets hot enough to need AC). Luckily, although it's hot, it's not humid at all so I can go for a decent walk (carrying water).
G
On Sep 5, 2022, at 10:30 AM, ann sanfedele annsan@nyc.rr.com wrote:
Touching photo... I was trying to read what it said on the blanket that looked like it was a 'we are the world" kind of thing but it was too small for me to see
... I guess just advertising for U-haul..
Hope you are staying inside and are well air-conditioned .. 112 degrees f?? I read yikes
ann
On 9/5/2022 11:23 AM, Godfrey DiGiorgi wrote:
I went to San Francisco on the day of the Pride parade this year. As has been my custom, interrupted by a couple of years of pandemic, I arrived early and walked Market Street from Civic Center to 2nd and back. I stopped and talked to vendors, to people getting ready to watch the Pride parade ... and I watched, I looked. I sometimes made a photograph.
Most everyone was wandering to their destinations, friends at their sides, coffee and snacks in their hands. Eager to see the parade begin, bright and chipper, looking towards the enjoyment of the morning. Police and security people were doing their things.
And then this street person—wrapped in a U-Haul blanket, unbathed, just awakened—strode awkwardly down the street looking for...?... Everyone gave him a wide berth. He was confused, he was tired, he was hungry. He looked from face to face, blurrily, hoping for...?... something, and continued to walk on.
There was something proud, and sad, in his walk. He was not old; in another time and place he might have been another handsome guy in his thirties. He held to a dignity in his plight, in his exhaustion and search for succor: it was as if he had been dropped into this place from afar, from another time, and could not relate to sights and sounds which pummeled his senses.
Passing Michael Kors - San Francisco 2022 :: https://flic.kr/p/2nJMt94
I saw him again later as I walked the other direction. I'd bought a small sandwich and a bottle of water. He had withdrawn and collapsed into a doorway, now almost invisible to the passing parade goers, spent and sleeping on the hard sidewalk. I left the food and water by his side, and hoped it was was still there when he woke. I was no longer hungry.
I watched the parade begin with cheers and applause bursting all around me, waved at some of the motorcyclists as they passed, then headed home on the train.
He stays in my memories of that morning even now. And I ask myself: Is what I perceived real? Or just another illusion of my own cosmic consciousness?
G
—
No matter where you go, there you are.
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