First excursion to the City in the new year. Pacific Heights, again. Picnic lunch (in our car) as usual—turkey sandwiches on my own sourdough bread and apples. Managed to catch a little late afternoon sun at the top of some tall buildings. (Looking forward to longer days and good light later in the day.) Despite the fading light, a few nice images nonetheless.

Met a couple of nice older ladies—friends or partners living together—as we photographed their house. They explained their house was an example of Mission Revival. Its thick, textured stucco—usually ugly but not in this case—is what caught my eye. I typically find folks in all manner of San Francisco neighborhoods to be not at all surprised to discover us taking pictures of their houses. They generally seem to think it the most normal thing to do, and are happy, as were these ladies, to supply all sorts of interesting details about the history and architectural style of their houses, as if they were just the caretakers rather than the owners. As I was finishing up, the garage door in front of us opened. One of the ladies was backing out. Shortly, her friend or partner leaned out the window, which overlooked the driveway, and spotted the other as she backed out in what was clearly a well-practiced routine. As the car cleared the garage doorway, the spotter lady gave us a friendly wave and closed the window. Nice.