Random delights

I’m still getting back on my feet dear friends, but here are some recent sights that made me smile:

I wrote about this little house when an anonymous artist placed it on top of a 30-foot tree stump a few years ago. Then, as now, it seems a fair reflection of real estate in a city where there’s a market for every square inch.

And for more adorable real estate: a new crop of fairy houses have appeared on the trail that winds through Mount Sutro Open Space Reserve, replacing the older tiny abodes that disappeared some time ago.

Two giant crows have come to roost on the Panhandle. Sculptor Jack Champion calls his piece “An Attempted Murder”, a play on the collective noun for covids. It takes three crows to constitute, so two are…well, an attempt. l know not everyone wants to celebrate crows — one woman told The Chronicle she was “spooked out” by the big birds — but personally, I like their attitude:

Through the years I’ve come across lots of musicians practicing in the park, seeking a quiet place to play their horn or bagpipes, drums, or guitar or once, even, a shofar. Each time feels like I've stumbled upon a private concert. I heard Ian’s voice before I found him and Emma and Wonky set up on a quiet trail. Ian said he’d played a gig the night before and wanted to rehearse some more without bugging his neighbors. He’s the first park player I’ve come across to bring an amp and mic.

Something about this scene just amused me.

And this speaks for itself: