Small boats at Fisherman's Wharf
Notes on a San Francisco Morning
by Greg Larson
It’s 8:00 A.M. and the city is not yet fully awake. I grab a paper and walk out of my hotel near Fisherman’s Wharf. The moist air wraps around me while the sun attempts to burn off the small remnants of fog that cling to the hillsides. I stop at the Cannery shops and pop into a bakery for a butterfly pastry and a cappuccino. Other than the noise from the cappuccino machine, all is quiet.
I like the early morning when the sidewalks are still empty of tourists, before the bustle begins. The peaceful setting . . . the bakery, the sidewalk, and the table at the window . . . it looks like an Edward Hopper painting. My mind clears quickly as I smell the cappuccino and sip through the foam in my cup. I sit in the empty bakery, savoring every bite of the flaky pastry, and read the morning paper, which is much like any other big city news. One article reports of misuse of funds by public officials and another tells of graffiti artists painting over an existing graffiti mural.
Cable car begins an early morning run
Leaving the bakery, I hear the bell on a cable car making its early morning start up the hills. The pier with historic ships beckons me, and I’m the first person of the day to buy a ticket to board the old vessels. My ears strain through the quiet to hear the sounds of a soft, gentle morning. A seal barks from a pier to the east. The sea gulls cry from overhead as they fly out to the bay. The water laps against the piers, then washes over the sand on the beach.
Historic three-mast freighter - Balclutha
Seagull warming in the sun
Sailboat glides past Alcatraz
Freighter bound for Port of Oakland