At a gig in South City yesterday, I watched this California Fritillary absolutely gorge itself on Lantana. I have the very same flowering plant on my back patio, but can't get a butterfly to come a-calling to save my life. Having spent time looking through a lamenated pamphlet of California butterfly species while docenting at the Butterfly exhibit, I knew this species to be a type of Fritillary, but didn't think its range extended beyond wild hillsides. South San Francisco is not really known for its natural beauty, to be honest. (Sorry, SSF!)
|Autumn in Golden Gate Park|
|Church of Eight Wheels|
After my butterfly gig on Sunday morning, I traipsed over to the unofficial skate rink just down the road, skates in hand, literally ready to roll. The patch of pavement enjoyed by roller boogie types, skate novices & pros, inlineskaters, and the occasional cyclist is usually packed out. Maybe the cool fall temperatures kept some enthusiasts away. There was more than enough room to go around in a circle without worrying about bumping a fellow skater.
Toward the middle of the afternoon, the more able skaters, led by our host (seen in the above shot with yellow, furry leggings & in top hat) perform the dance from Michael Jackson's Thriller video. The grass around the track usually fills up & out come the camera phones. I'm not savvy enough to do the Thriller dance, but am on-hand for a bit of roller boogie shuffle that happens as well. It's a hoot.
After three hours of wheeling like a madwoman around the track with only a few pauses, walking back to my car felt awfully weird. It was like I couldn't plant my feet solidly on the ground. My body must have expected to be up on wheels still.