I always took my camera. San Francisco is endlessly photographable; but one of my favorite things to find was what the street artists had done since I last traveled those parts. You could and can find their work almost anywhere in the city, but the Mission and Haight Street were genuine goldmines.
When my walk was done, I’d settle into my small, dusty apartment, have dinner, some wine, watch a film and sleep. In the morning I would take out the notebook. If I had been lucky, the next few pages of my mystery would begin to flow. When the muse had given its all, I would start the afternoon walk all over again, loving every minute of it.
I’ve put together a slide show of some of the street artists’ work. Some of the images are gone now, many of them painted over by newer exciting images — the way of the world for artists — and writers.