The Dorian

I had to get up earlier than I preferred to this morning so that I could buy a bus ticket for my son. I wanted to be sure that he was on the bus to Bellingham to avoid throwing away the almost $200 for his ticket to San Francisco. He's still somewhere in Oregon (I'm tracking the bus) and is due in town tomorrow just about noon.

Once I got the ticket purchase out of the way, I had to get ready for a portrait job this morning. It meant taking the 22-Filmore and 30-Stockton to get to the Presidio of San Francisco, and walking another five minutes from where I got off the bus. While I waited for the 30, I wandered across the street to take a photo or two.