
Photo by Hidden Host.
I’m starting to get spooked by everything.
I’ll just assume that behind this window is a meeting of the Bishops of the Flying Triad. Or maybe the Ancient Order of the Triangle Birds?
No wait! The Bilderbird Group!
Update: Fine. It’s not a cult. It’s a shop. That looks like it does cool stuff. But the jury’s still deliberating on that Gratitude place.
Top by We Built This City. Bottom by Burrito Justice. Click either to view larger and see their stories.
I moved to 18th and Dolores in 1993. Among all the changes that the neighborhood has gone through since then, somehow, just outside the hustle and bustle, this intersection remains the same. The four corners here haven’t changed in decades.
A block away at 18th and Guerrero Carl’s became Tartine. Quality Junk and Bruce’s little shop where I’d get my hair cut got gobbled by Tartine and Delfina. Bi Rite changed from the dusty place where I got my catfood, to . . . you know, what it is now. Anna’s, where you could get cookies for diabetics, is Farina’s.
Stand in the middle of this intersection (watch out for cars) and look around you, for now, you’ll still see the old neighborhood. The one I moved to, the one that was there before me. Robert’s little world beat music store is gone. Al’s Comics has moved. But these four corners persist.

Right? I dunno. It looks like somebody though. Blow it up for full effect.
Photo by potential past.
Previously:

Burrito Justice wins the internet. Again. See it frame by frame here.
P.S. If you’re not reading GIF Party, you’re not living life.


Says Jeremiah Maller the photographer:
I instantly fell in love with the Mission neighborhood when I moved to San Francisco about two years ago. When I recently moved to the Mission (3 months ago) I started documenting the people I run into on the street. See the results in the Mission Faces gallery [here].
What a document! Nice faces, y’all!