Art at Your Feet #1

One of my favorite things about San Francisco is that everywhere you go, there's art. Not the big-ticket public art you see in Chicago or Paris, but little scraps of wonder scattered on the sidewalks like so much confetti.

Whenever I stumble on one of these little works, I feel as if I have a delicious secret. I photograph it with my horrible cellphone camera, and tuck it away in my pocket.

This stenciled pigeon, which I found at the corner of Van Ness & Market, says "thank you for your filth."

You say you want a resolution...

My friend Evany has just completed a three-month stint of daily blogging...a sort of Last-Quarter-of-the-Year Resolution, I gather, or maybe a New Year's resolution that took a while to root.

Given how infrequently I post, that sounds like the Bataan Death March to me, but her blog always has this great kinetic energy...all fun and flabbergasted, as if she's just hopped off the Tilt-A-Whirl for a minute to let you all in on the experience. It's sweet, personal and often squealingly funny. I adore it (and her), and I'm insanely jealous.

The thing is, though I truly do intend to post, I just get distracted. There are letters to the editor (any editor, anywhere) to write, surgery shows to watch, things that must be eaten before their expiration date. And before I know it, another week has gone down the chute.

But I hereby resolve to post more frequently. Weak tea compared to the Three Month Daily Challenge, I know, but it's a start. And it may actually be achievable, now that Plastic Surgery Before & After is in reruns.