Walking around San Francisco

Photographs that take on a story of their own...

When I took this picture, the word "Noir" came to mind.

I imagined that on the top floor of that Steinway building, there was a private eye smoking a cigarette and nursing a tumbler of scotch (no ice), while waiting for a beautiful, sultry dame in distress to come to his office with an offer that he just can't refuse.

"Yeah, sure thing toots, I'll take ya case, but you gotta promise me one thing...you gotta let me motorboat ya when I crack it..."