The most unexpected surprise happened right when we started taking these photos!
The spot was perfect: reflective light, neutral colors, some greenery, etc. After admiring the little lemon tree in the front yard, I turned back to the camera and then, I heard it. Cluck. Cluck cluck. “What on earth…,” I thought. I spun back around and saw two plump chickens strutting towards me and I just had to laugh! Chickens! In the middle of San Francisco! Cluck cluck. The architecture of this little pale yellow house did feel rather country, so the chickens actually didn’t seem all that strange when I thought about it. Then again, you can’t really be too surprised by anything in San Francisco. You might round the next street corner and see a naked man saunter by you, clutching nothing but a beer bottle, and no one will bat an eyelash. Man, I love this city. Cluck.