MUNI Padiddle

Ever hear the term “padiddle”? Until my search engine verified it, I sometimes wondered if I was imagining the word and memory. There are many versions of the padiddle game, which is usually played during car rides, and some variations are more risque than others.

The way I learned it, a person who first spots a vehicle with just one functioning headlight gets to kiss a person seated beside him or her. Many was the time my heart pounded with dorky hope, but I have no memory of being a kiss giver or recipient. In case you’re wondering, I was alone on the night of this recent image, when a padiddly MUNI train rumbled out of the fog. Click open to see larger, and view it next to someone you love.

 

Foggy Karenina

It is a truth universally acknowledged — in both the best of times and the worst of times — that while all sunny photographs are alike, each foggy photograph is foggy in its own way.

Okay, overstatement. But I did manage to work in references to three of the great opening lines in literature. (For more, consider this article in The Telegraph).

In the next few days I’ll be showcasing varieties of fog — most from recent work. First: Noir Fog, from a night along Judah Street in San Francisco.