A Few More Photos
12 August 2001
I know I've already sent a lot of pictures to clog up your e-mail boxes, but these will be the last ones for a while, at least until I have something new to take pictures of.
I got some pictures back from the 35mm camera, so they're a lot clearer than the ones from the little digital camera. I took pictures of the view from the house yesterday as it was clear enough to see across the Bay to Berkeley and Oakland. I have labelled most of the things I know the names of. The view is looking North. San Francisco is on a peninsula bordered to the West by the Pacific Ocean and to the North and East by San Francisco Bay. The Golden Gate Bridge crosses the opening of the Bay and gives access to the North. The Bay Bridge goes Northeast from the city to Berkeley and Oakland. I haven't been across either yet. There are more bridges further to the South.
Turning away from the view, this is another picture of the living room. I know I have already sent much the same picture from the digital camera, but this one is much clearer. The flowers have changed: that bunch is from Kelvan Howard, a guy who works in IP law I met at the gym who came for dinner on Friday. The kitchen is behind the cupboards and plants at the far end of the room and beyond that is the street. The balcony can be seen through the windows on the left: there are some marigolds and jasmine and a few other hardy plants out there.
This is the bedroom. It is somewhat sparsely furnished as the only furniture I've bought is a bed. The curtains are a little weird but I'm sure I'll get used to them. The calendar on the wall is from the Provincial Hotel in Brunswick Street, with pictures from Fitzroy which remind me of home. The finger-puppets Mum gave me can be seen on the window sill.
The bedroom is directly under the living area where the other picture was taken. The house is built on rock called "serpentine" and is constructed from redwood. It was built in the late 70s so it has already survived a couple of earthquakes. The areas of the city most prone to damage from earthquakes are those at sea-level built on sand or fill. I haven't noticed any tremors since arriving. Most of the housing in the city is wooden-framed and not more than three storeys so a lot of it has survived a hundred years of quakes.
This is me standing on the balcony. It gets direct sun for a few hours each day, but the plants seem to survive well with the amount of moisture they get from almost daily thick fog at night and early in the morning. The difference in weather between different parts of the city is something quite new to me after Melbourne: though it's often foggy and cold at the house, when I have walked down to the Castro and Mission districts it's more often sunny and clear. I understand why San Franciscans suggest dressing in layers.
In other news I have finally been granted temporary permission to do things to patients at UCSF pending the meeting of some committee on August 20, so there's a danger I might have to do some actual work this week rather than just supervising residents and warming rats' paws.
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I got some pictures back from the 35mm camera, so they're a lot clearer than the ones from the little digital camera. I took pictures of the view from the house yesterday as it was clear enough to see across the Bay to Berkeley and Oakland. I have labelled most of the things I know the names of. The view is looking North. San Francisco is on a peninsula bordered to the West by the Pacific Ocean and to the North and East by San Francisco Bay. The Golden Gate Bridge crosses the opening of the Bay and gives access to the North. The Bay Bridge goes Northeast from the city to Berkeley and Oakland. I haven't been across either yet. There are more bridges further to the South.
Turning away from the view, this is another picture of the living room. I know I have already sent much the same picture from the digital camera, but this one is much clearer. The flowers have changed: that bunch is from Kelvan Howard, a guy who works in IP law I met at the gym who came for dinner on Friday. The kitchen is behind the cupboards and plants at the far end of the room and beyond that is the street. The balcony can be seen through the windows on the left: there are some marigolds and jasmine and a few other hardy plants out there.
This is the bedroom. It is somewhat sparsely furnished as the only furniture I've bought is a bed. The curtains are a little weird but I'm sure I'll get used to them. The calendar on the wall is from the Provincial Hotel in Brunswick Street, with pictures from Fitzroy which remind me of home. The finger-puppets Mum gave me can be seen on the window sill.
The bedroom is directly under the living area where the other picture was taken. The house is built on rock called "serpentine" and is constructed from redwood. It was built in the late 70s so it has already survived a couple of earthquakes. The areas of the city most prone to damage from earthquakes are those at sea-level built on sand or fill. I haven't noticed any tremors since arriving. Most of the housing in the city is wooden-framed and not more than three storeys so a lot of it has survived a hundred years of quakes.
This is me standing on the balcony. It gets direct sun for a few hours each day, but the plants seem to survive well with the amount of moisture they get from almost daily thick fog at night and early in the morning. The difference in weather between different parts of the city is something quite new to me after Melbourne: though it's often foggy and cold at the house, when I have walked down to the Castro and Mission districts it's more often sunny and clear. I understand why San Franciscans suggest dressing in layers.
In other news I have finally been granted temporary permission to do things to patients at UCSF pending the meeting of some committee on August 20, so there's a danger I might have to do some actual work this week rather than just supervising residents and warming rats' paws.
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