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Writing Exercise #2 for Setting as Character

Today I tromped all over San Francisco to collect sensory details, photos (and a snack or two) from each of the neighborhoods that my novel's characters live in.  Now, they are not real people, but they do live in a real city, so the fun of it all is finding little details that I would never have noticed before because I'm trying to look for them through my character's eyes.  I discovered a few inconsistencies that I'll need to go back and fix (silly things like the wrong bus line, or the fact that type of architecture doesn't appear in that 'hood), and found a few details I will want to pepper the text with.  Mostly, I just had a really fun time walking all over the city (I clocked 6.5 miles of walking!), and BONUS, the water in my apartment was shut off for the day so it really was the perfect excuse to get the heck out.  Oh, and the weather was about as gorgeous as could possibly be.  Okay, now I'm just annoying myself with my own happiness.  Here are some pics from the day:
This little tree is JUST about to bloom.  Don't forget to turn your clocks forward this weekend!


Pretty Dolores Street with all its palm trees


In the Mission, murals are everywhere.  This one invites you to have an oceanside moment.

Gorgeous door in the Mission

Ah, Pop's.  I raise my glass to you.



A favorite taqueria and its accompanying mural

Dynamo Donuts for late morning snack!  Holy moses, that molasses guiness donut was good!!  Please also see the Gibralter: a drink that originated here in SF

View from back porch of Dynamo Donuts includes the strangest cat walk ever.  No porch: just a two-by-four leading to his cat door.  

Stop sign art made from shedding palm trees

Just liked the lines on this place

And now we come to Alamo Square with the prerequisite shot of the painted ladies.

Poppies!! 



Intersections: Muni art

I'm gonna go soak my feet now.  Have a great weekend!!

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