These three new condos are listed for sale in the neighborhood of $1.3 million — that’s each. The three chairs–which attracted me to the scene– are part of the staging to the model unit, I assume.  I set of steps on the west side of Mt. Olympus overlooks these decks and patios.  But what they may lack in privacy they make up for in wind.  A few miles on the other side of that foggy hill is an ocean stretching largely unbroken all the way to Asia.  In summer, wind howls over these hills, and on this day it was all I could do to hold the camera steady in the face of a gale.

Most mornings on my way to work, I pass this statue that I have come to think of as the headless hammer guy.  He is planted in a manner that conceals his handicap along a lovely stretch of 17th Street just west of Market,  where a row of  Victorian homes is separated from the sidewalk by a low wall and a short hillside of terraced gardens. These gardens are regularly tended without being over-manicured,  and on the street side of the sidewalk are large planters containing small trees, or big flowers, or both–creating a fifty-foot-long tunnel of green.  Lately, I would have said that the statue had his eye on me  (if he had an eye, that is) as if he wished to make a request.   Finally I figured it out what he might want, and the next time I came by, I brought my camera.