A small detail of a curly part of a much larger design on the door of an old building on 2nd Street.

This door showed signs of having had many different types of handles over the years. Even this last one appeared old and rusted, so the holes must have been older yet.

Alongside one of the trails leading into the Presidio grounds we stumbled across a small piece of a lost toy. Perhaps this one piece was snagged off of something that now lives slightly crippled in a toy box in some child's home.

The door handle had at one time been a shiny brass.

When ever a kiteboard picked up speed, the kite would dip lower to the water to catch more wind. During these dips, the kite would form either a backward or forward letter C.

As Market Street wound its way up the hill, one particular curve created a nice letter C.