Near Middle Lake, west end of Golden Gate Park.
There, I’ve said it.
Perhaps, indeed, they do not belong in this part of the world. Perhaps, indeed, they will be tinder one day in some terrible conflagration. But I love the eucalyptus trees, their white stripping bark and their dancing grace and their fragrant leaves. I show one here in color, in Golden Gate Park; and in black-and-white, in the southern California community of Seal Beach.