birthday cake buildings

I may have ridden the 22 Filmore for the last time as a Bay Area resident today. I passed by the red victorian with glitter strewn steps, I waved at my chiropractor, and I looked at the flower murals painted on the sunshine-filled San Francisco flats. Michelle Tea called them buildings that look like birthday cakes and it is how I always think of them. I have always wanted to photograph San Francisco bay windows glowing from the inside during crisp Christmas-time nights. I will miss not knowing people and not being known.