Slice of Life #28
The middle of the night view makes you feel like falling out the window…
out the three floor-to-ceiling windows
from Twin Peaks gazing down Market Street
to downtown SF and beyond the Bay Bridge
across the East Bay and Oakland shipping yards
pulled the miles to the dark hills behind.
That view is a blink of jeweled strings of lights
mostly monochromatic and moody
with an orange shimmer from a local street lamp
patterned lines of lamps and traffic crisscross
taking your eye to the Bay Bridge with traffic backed up
people driving around at 3:00 a.m.
Human lights build the scene.
The view at 8:00 a.m is a glaring palette that rocks you back on your heels…
blink, blink, blinding whites and shining greys
under a huge canvas of sky with the bay reflecting back.
Now sunlight jumps into the three floor-to-ceiling windows
A bold shine skipping off tall rhododendron and camelias
various angles of roof and musical an array of vents and chimneys
slick surfaces offer up greys and watery tones
while rows of terra cotta house roofs take the scene
human life scaled back under solar glory
the lovely geometry of dwellings
outlined with wind-whipped shrubs and sparkling trees
sit easy and securely in the broad daylight.
Now the view down Market Street and the slope of the land
swoops your eye downtown.
The immense broad array of buildings and sky scrapers
make their own horizon against the SF Bay
From the Peaks up here the cluster seems
miniaturized by detail, but still commanding it its sweep,
like a monochromatic sculpture done by some ancient civilization.
This is a view that never tires me no matter the light or season
I have watched reverse sunsets when those tall buildings turn pink
then glow tropical orange and tempered glass glints with fire.
I have looked for the same architecture
Mysteriously altered under blankets of fog before dawn.
I’ve taken endless photos from these very windows–
Studied the lay of the land
the space and distance planed by streets, roof tops, buildings
I’ve admired the bay with cloud scapes or panoramic clear blue
It is a simple composition with endless variety to which
I’ve sometimes offered spoken comment from the table
Or appreciated it aloud from the upholstered swivel chair.
This morning I’ve tried
to picture it only