Whenever I'm feeling down, I walk to Alamo Square and sit on the park bench directly in front of "The Painted Ladies"
I like to try to imagine what the inhabitant of these famous victorian homes look like.. wait for one of them to come out. But oddly, No one ever walks out, No one ever walks in... Everyone just strolls right by.
Does anyone know who lives in these houses?
P.S. You might be thinking.. "how is THIS a self portrait, Clarity?.. you're pushing it.". But no, look closer. There's my finger in the shot and it's pointing to my dream home.
The Yellow Victorian home in the center of the line up. I named that particular Painted Lady ... CAMILLE.
Day 108 of 365 days