I had other plans for today, but I took a walk instead. These neighborhood posts have lately drawn links from the local blogging scene. But regular visitors here know I've been beaming snapshots of Bernal Heights out to the world for many years. California garden talk brings people in from all over. You know who you are.
Here's a partial list going back to 2006. I'm sure a complete list would be longer.
I remember my first visit visit to Bernal Heights, in 1989. I was 19 and I volunteered for the Shanti Project, a practical support organization for people living with AIDS. They called me one day and asked if I could go "all the way down to Cortland Street". I had not heard of Cortland Street before, but my time was generally free and I never turned them down.
Basically, I'd show up at someone's house, do a little light house cleaning, some laundry, maybe run a few errands. If the client had enough energy, sometimes we would just talk or watch TV. I used to watch the MacNeil-Lehrer NewsHour with a client on Noe Street every Friday at 3. I had some regular clients I'd see weekly, and I also did one-offs when Shanti needed someone to fill in for another volunteer who was on vacation or otherwise unavailable.
It's become hard for me to recollect those years honestly. I was young and pretty much alone. I moved here as a college dropout from UC Santa Cruz and did odd jobs for money. You could do that back then and get by just fine. I arrived in San Francisco at the height of the AIDS epidemic, and the height of AIDS activism. I pariticipated a little bit, but for the most part I preferred Shanti's service-oriented approach. AIDS never felt like my generation's crisis exactly--it tolled on the generation before me and my generation rolled in its wake.
I was a kid from the suburbs, but ready for the world. San Francisco was a thrilling place to be and I wanted to be a part of it. It's a world gone by. In fact, I count two worlds that have come and gone since then.
During the Shanti world, we were not supposed to talk about our Shanti clients to people outside of Shanti. We kept confidences. I don't feel like it's absolutely necessary to do that anymore since everyone is most likely long dead. The man I came to see on Cortland that day lived in a cottage behind one of the businesses in the center of the street. Using Google Maps, I can see a few candidates for places it might have been, but I can't be sure which one it was. He was the original owner the eclectic/vintage collectables shop on 16th Street named Pink Paraffin. I think it's where Body Manipulations is now. He sent me to the drug store for Dulcolax.
There was a drug store on Cortland Street then. A small Walgreens probably.
It's funny what you cannot find on a Google search, like details from the not-so-distant past.
"Was there a Walgreen's on Cortland Street in the late 1980s?"
Google is not forthcoming on the matter.
Since I lived in the gritty Tenderloin back then, and it was gritty (415 Jones #505), I mostly serviced clients in the Tenderloin. They did not live as long as the men who lived in respectable parts of town, and their AIDS complications were far more gruesome. I've been inside a number of those residential hotels downtown. It's not pretty. As a result, I never needed any extra reminders about practicing safer sex. I also learned for sure I needed to go back to college so I wouldn't end up living in a residential hotel some day. I had zero tolerance for AIDS-phobia after that, and I have never been patient with homophobes. I went back to Santa Cruz a couple years later and took a degree in chemistry. Anyway, this is all really far afield from what I usually do on this blog!
Honestly, I don't know what brought this on. I'm back in school again getting a Master's degree, this time in math. It has been very challenging these last few weeks, heading into final stages before graduation. I have 2 big 4-hour exams two weeks from tomorrow. I've been very stressed about it and I study constantly. Maybe I needed a break. Maybe this presages changes in the blog to come after I graduate. Maybe it means nothing. Thinking about the blog got me thinking about my life. San Francisco has been a big part of my life. This is where I live.
I did not plan to take pictures today. I was on Bernal Hill when I realized I had my
camera in my bag. I'm glad I did have it because a garden I'd never seen before caught
my eye. How have I never noticed this before? Is it new? It was the Geranium maderense
that caught my eye.
I don't think I need to tell you exactly where it is. If you think you need to know, DM
me on Twitter and we'll talk. The people who've done this might appreciate the
It's quite brilliant. They've used tires, cinderblocks and other discarded materials
to terrace and shore up the bottom of a hill that might otherwise slide right in to
the back of their homes.
Good job, people. Bravo.
Other than that, I think I've taken most of the following pictures before.
Chances are, they are new to you, or you don't remember.
This one says a lot I think.
Aeonium with oxalis. I have definitely taken this one before.
Here's one thing you can do if you have a chert outcropping in your driveway.
Agave 'Blue Glow' and Euphorbia millii. Cactus Jungle in Berkeley is a good place to find
that agave fairly reliably if you are in the market for one.
Erigeron karvinskianus. These both flower all year, but there is a feeling of
springtime profusion right now.
This variety of Pittosporum tenuifolium is a great plant for
defining boundaries or edging narrow spaces.
For some reason, this picture already has 89 views in Flickr! Someone must have put
it somewhere. I wasn't even going to use it.
If you don't already know, this fabulous yellow tree on Elsie is California native Fremontodendron californicum. This specimen has reached enormous size for the species; they are not known for their longevity.
Enjoy it, for one day it may be gone.
If you plant no plants in San Francisco, it is likely you will still have Foeniculum vulgare and Centranthus ruber. I prefer the latter's common name, Red Valerian. Say it. Red Valerian. A beautiful sound.
There are not many clematis vines in Bernal Heights. I think I say that with some authority!
And even fewer...Cantua?
But there are many fine fuchsias.
Uh, speaking of Camaros, Guy took the Volt in to the Chevy dealer for recall work, and they gave him this to drive for a few days. You see the humor in that, don't you?
There's that Pittosporum again.
The Folsom Street Chinese elms. Ulmus parvifolia.
The House of Green Dahlias. That's what I call it anyway.
More Red Valerian.
More Pride of Madeira (Echium fastuosum)
Open space. Big skies.
You may have the little patch of Salvia spathacea on the east end of Bernal Hill. Another California native. I've been monitoring it since I moved here.
I took two pictures here and couldn't decide which one to use and I got conflicting feedback on Twitter. You decide.
I believe we're calling this neighborhood south of us the Portola. Is that right?
I like your creamy colors, Portola.
Another patch of Salvia spathacea next to the community garden. Hummingbird sage. I have a bunch in my garden, but I rarely see hummingbirds using it. Whatevs.
More red valerian.
This almost looks like native Carpenteria. Is it?
I think it is!
I'm not sure which Ceanothus that is, with the shark-gray agave. Is it 'Joyce Coulter'?
Bulbinella I think.
We're going to end, right here. Abruptly, as we often do...