Amoeba Green

Golden Gate Park is amazingly green.

Whether this be from natural causes, like algae, or something less benign, I do not know. It was refreshing to see, non the less. I love how there are trails that wind every which way and birds besides the common pigeon.

Not that there's anything wrong with a pigeon. They are nice too, of course.

The boyfriend and I spent Sunday there. I started the day off wearing a skirt. I must have done something to displease the wind gods because they started to blow. And I mean really blow. So I had to change into a much less picture-worthy outfit. I knew the piles of clothes I keep in my car would prove their worth. Being a clothes-a-holic does have its bonuses.

There was this quartet playing near one of the bridge tunnels that I really enjoyed. They sounded like the love child of Fleet Foxes and Local Natives - complete with both of the bands' trademark harmonic oohs and aaahs. Both are favorites of mine so it's little wonder I liked them so. Unfortunately the boyfriend was in a sour sour mood so I wasn't to stop long enough to catch the name of their band.

Hopefully our paths will cross again.

We also stopped by the Haight for a bit. Being a Sunday, it was jam packed with tourists, and neither of us are particularly big on crowds.

We did stay there long enough for me to thrift an amazing new top and a pair of shoes. Both of which I'm sure will make their debut in the coming days.