It's no particular household's tree. It sits on a median strip in an obscure corner of the city. The red balls are welcoming.
It's San Francisco. There's an historic district, warehouses past their prime, a private marker for a motorcycle club, and a cul-de-sac.
Encountered while Walking San Francisco.
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Just wanted to let you know how much I enjoy your San Francisco photos. They drop in my email inbox every few days.
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