A few weeks ago, I was in San Francisco to meet up with friends and I took them on a little tour of a chunk of Treasure Island, which remains one of my favourite places in San Francisco, even if it sometimes feels very weird to be back there again[1. I actually had trouble remembering where our old house was, I had to think about it for a minute.]. It’s one of those places that people either get when they see it, or they don’t, and luckily I was with people who got it.
Some things have changed since I was there last with a camera, but not a lot. It appears to be caught in a stasis point. Wrangling happens over what should happen with the Island, people go on living there, a few businesses have cropped up although I don’t know how long they’ll last, because it’s not really prime territory for retail operations. Most of my favourite waypoints were still there.
Much of the Island still looks like this. Things decaying, left in place, with helpful signage. Chainlink. Clear evidence that people ignore the chainlink. Etc.
High voltage brought low, as one of my Flickr commenters pointed out. This pole, incidentally, made an excellent see-saw.
My favourite sign is still there.
Ever-classy durable signage.
I love the relentless cheerfulness of these blue pipes. Bright colours really stand out on the Island. Someone is painstakingly painting these to keep them fresh, because everything gets scoured by the dust and the salt.