My recent days in San Francisco were almost perfectly timed to view the monstrously gorgeous Corpse Flower in bloom at the Conservatory of Flowers, along with other botanical wonders. The flower is actually taller than me and I’m 5’9′!
Luckily I missed out on the rotting flesh smell. But I also missed seeing the full opening to all the little flowers in the base!
The environment inside the Conservatory is mostly steamy and tropical. My glasses misted up as soon as I walked in. And each room is like walking into an eerie land of alien looking plants.
These pond lilies are large enough to hold the weight of a human! And the pitcher plants were there in all sizes and colors, looking like the hiding place for fairies in an enchanted garden. One can certainly imagine that animation artists and science fiction writers might get their ideas from such a collection.
“Pitcher plants with matching beetle” Sketching botanicals was such a lovely break from drawing humans-in-motion and complicated city scenes.
One of my days was spent alone in the city wandering, or “flaneusing”. The first plan was to stroll along the Marina, but the wind drove me south into the Cow Hollow neighborhood where I perched for a few minutes to recover.
All the above sketches are in my 7 X 5″ w/c book, fountain pen and w/c
It was brunchtime then and I was seated at Causwells in the corner where I had an excellent vantage point for people sketching. It’s unavoidable to make up stories about people you are sketching, especially when you hear little snatches of conversation!
Next stop. . .the Palace of Fine Arts, where I’ve sketched before. With my stomach full and my feet tired and the wind blowing pretty hard I didn’t really want to tackle sketching the complex Greco-Roman style Rotunda and colonnades, beautiful though they are. As I entered the central rotunda I found shelter from the wind and this scene.
Johnny from Liverpool was serenading the pigeons while feeding them. He was in a narrow band of shade and I didn’t want to disturb him or the birds and sat a distance off, where I could only see his outline (hence the scribbly start). He looked friendly though, and was open to me sitting next to him. Soon the bride showed up, posing for a wedding picture along with at least five different brides and grooms I saw in the hour or so I was there.