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The
Presidio and Golden Gate State Park
These pictures were taken in the evening
around five o’clock after I’d spent a little time at the beach at
Point Lobos. Of course, I got lost on the way home again, coming home
via the Exploratorium (which I’d only found by luck lo’ those many
years ago when I took the children to San Francisco speficially to go to
that children’s hands on museum of science), Fisherman’s Wharf and
Lombard Street (I believe considered the crookedest and steepest street
in the world) and, unlike the men of the Grand Old Duke of York, I
neither went up nor down.
This is an amazing piece of art. Around
the back wall are inscriptions to the dead of the Holocaust and it’s
very clear to me that the lone person looking out serves as an
indictment to those who knew then what was going on and did nothing to
stop the genocide. The figures on the ground represent, to me, not only
the dead but the unforgiveable and unforgettable treatment and death of
each of all those who died, children, women, and men.
Taken from the golf course at the
Presidio
Looking back towards the golf
course.
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