Respite

I took the opportunity of the break in the rain to make a trip to the post office. When I arrived, a couple of Franciscan monks had just left the building (or perhaps they just happened to be standing near the door) and I resisted the urge to say, "Hey, brothers!"... I might have if they hadn't been engaged with someone else. 

After I dropped off the post card, I headed up 18th to Castro to come home. I stopped to take a picture of a bus stop in which a man was sitting alone, and composed a photo from across the street of the bus stop and the building which it sits in front of... it's almost centered directly under a bay window and a peak in the roof above that. Someone entered the frame just as I took the photo, and at the time, I thought it ruined the photo. When I got home, however, I discovered that the person who entered the frame was one of the Franciscan monks, reaching out to take the hand of the man in the bus stop.