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It is 8:30 p.m.. but these photos were taken at earlier. It is now 63˚ and expected to rise to a 76˚. Details for the next ten days are here.
Today’s block: Adair to 16th, Capp to South Van Ness.
I have not been out for a good morning in awhile and looked forward to the experience, it always feels when I’m going afar from home near 24th Street, that I’m on expedition. Although I’ve walked the Mission multiple times, did I know that Adair ends and begins on one small block? No. The block, also has some gems – a romantic despair in the long abandoned gas station on the corner of 16th and South Van Ness, the ever lively Chile Lindo’s and, of course, the iconic Redstone building, where the real riches are inside. And, across the street on Adair at 65 Capp stands the former site of one of the early residency programs, The Capp Street Project.
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The Redstone Building. Photo by Lydia Chávez
How a raggedy fence can seem like an undulating piece of art at certain times of the day – or maybe moods. Photo by Lydia Chávez
There is something very David Lynch about this place – corner of South Van Ness and 16th. Photo by Lydia Chávez
Homage to David Lynch #2, Taken from Adair. Photo by Lydia Chávez
The theater and Chile Lindo’s early customer. Photo by Lydia Chávez
Perched. Photo by Lydia Chávez
The abandoned chair is iconic in these early morning photo shoots. The trash can adds promise? Photo by Lydia Chávez
Misses Michelangelo’s symmetry on Adair, but appears to be an attempt. Photo by Lydia Chávez
Pretty in Pink. Photo by Lydia Chávez
Great views from South Van Ness. Do you see the Bay? Lydia Chávez
Photo by Lydia Chávez
The End and across the street the first site of the Capp Street Project. Photo by Lydia Chávez
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Many things evoke David Lynch for me, but abandoned places aren’t one of them. I’m curious what, in particular, about the gas station evokes him for you.
A romantic bleakness – weeds, an architecture of another time, a sense of abandon – the juxtaposition with the almost quaint Adair and a feeling – because of the size of the lot – that I was somewhere in the west where there is more empty space. But maybe I have Lynch all wrong?
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Many things evoke David Lynch for me, but abandoned places aren’t one of them. I’m curious what, in particular, about the gas station evokes him for you.
A romantic bleakness – weeds, an architecture of another time, a sense of abandon – the juxtaposition with the almost quaint Adair and a feeling – because of the size of the lot – that I was somewhere in the west where there is more empty space. But maybe I have Lynch all wrong?