So, the assignment today was ‘Signs of Hope’ - a bit cheesy, we agree, but the amount of electricity in the air here in San Francisco this inaugural weekend is truly palpable, and we wanted to catch it on film (cf card) if we could. So, we struck out yesterday on a trek around the City, looking for signs of hope. We found a much more angry (albeit excited) mood among the masses and the posters, but nonetheless, it still gave us cause for hope…sort of:
Well, this one is sort of about hope...I guess it depends on your perspective. Makes us pretty hopeful...
It's Frank. It's witrogillions of populations. He's calling out ABC for their raxprojrenical netcasts. If that doesn't fill you with hope, see a doctor sir.
When three kids playing Sade covers and handing out free CDs upstage a large-ish 'Free Palestine' rally in Union Square - you can almost smell the hope.
When you're content enough to bust out a 50lb box camera and get under a sheet to shoot a picture of some kids with gorilla masks and a viking helmet...that's hope we can all believe in.
It's time to refresh everything. Diet Pepsi makes me hopeful that one day, I can have a diet soda that will refresh me just as much as its full-flavored counterpart.
This talented gentleman tried to get out of the shot several times. Then we put a dollar in his cigar donation box. He was then filled with hope, and resumed playing his sweet, hopeful music.
Can you imagine a world without the threat of decorative swords? We can. That's the power of hope.
The parrots of telegraph hill can almost heard to be screaming 'Hope! Hope!' from their perches next to Coit Tower. To others, it just sounds like parrots shrieking at each other. Those people haven't 'felt the hope' yet.
