Taken at the very last blink of daylight.  Without that flush of light on the fence, I don’t think I would have wanted to record this image.

One of my goals is to someday do a photographic series on San Francisco’s sets of public steps.  A hilly city, we are blessed by many of these, climbing past leafy backyards and past gates and walkways that lead to the spacious homes, tiny cottages, and apartments of those who are lucky enough to live along them.  These steps are on the east side of Twin Peaks within an easy walk of my home.  Here I was struck by the contrast between the  shape of the tree and the disciplined line of the manmade fence.

Look at the roses!  A woman I met while I was making this  picture told me that while certain types of roses love the moist, cool climate of this village less than mile from the coast, other types, such as the Bourbon variety, won’t open at all here.   Of the several times I have photographed this house, this is the first image that has felt right to me, probably because the utility wires mimic the lines of the fence and the road and seem to hold the image together.