More SF photos arrive. I include them here in response to theoctothorpe's and rsc's comments on my recent entry, to prove that my mother not only has a ventral surface but it can be photographed. Unfortunately, these are not flattering pictures particularly, which is why my father didn't send them along originally, but Mom has agreed to their dispersal.
Me and Mom on top of Twin Peaks. It's cold.
Outside of Catch on Market near Castro. It's still chilly.
Boy, if I had a camera of my own I'd never have to write any prose to maintain this journal.