Lovely colors.
Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco is much more than a tourist trap selling dumb T shirts to white trash which has travelled 3,000 miles from Noo Joisy for no other purpose.
Take the back roads and amble along the commercial fishing wharves and you are met with more subject matter than you can shake a stick at.
Dungeness Crab nets. The metal ring is to let out immature crab. Keep telling yourself that, environmentalists.
Alcatraz is always present ….
…. as is the Golden Gate.
Coit Tower.
Dungeness Crab ready for the pot.
Honoring sailors of yesteryear.
Season’s Greetings.
All snapped on the ancient Nikon D2x with a 35mm f/1.8G AF-S DX Nikkor. The early CMOS APS-C sensor in this magnificent body does all colors justice and the body can be found throwaway cheap in mint condition and will certainly outlast you.
With thanks to Keld Helmer-Petersen who taught me how to see in dockland.
After so exhausting a session there’s good food to be had and, yes, it is available among the hot dog stands and pizza parlors.
It comes by the name Capurro’s, has been here for ever and if you search out Paul Capurro, the former marine who owns it, you will be regaled with tales of the mob and Capone’s buddies, back when Big Al was cooling his heels in Alcatraz and Paul was hearing tales on his father’s knee.
Arrive early and you miss the crowds, and mercifully the prices here discourage T shirt shoppers:
Start with the Drake’s Bay oysters, locally caught and wildly flavorful.
Follow up with Sand Dabs, now in season.
Capurro’s snaps on an iPhone6.
Later at the fishmonger’s:
Ready for eating and Made in the USA!
I have the fishmonger break up the shells and then add some lemon from the garden. Delicious!