Grandma had died. I flew to California to be with relatives and attend the funeral. When it was over I felt lost and lonely. My father knew I’d never seen San Francisco. He rented a car. We drove downtown. I loved my dad. It was great to be with him. We ate shrimp at the pier. We rode the cable cars. He and I went up Coit Tower to see the city. We drove down Lombard Street. I bought a souvenir in Chinatown. We went to a hotel on the hill. It had a glass elevator on the outside. We rode it to the top and saw the beautiful city. We went back to the car. It was alone on the road. All the other cars were gone. We had a big traffic ticket. I still missed Grandma, but at least I had my dad. He’s been gone almost twenty years now.
This painting reminds me of him. Note the buildings are like blocks standing on end. I’ve given the feeling of sunlight with shadow on the side. There is a great contrast with the dark clouds over the bay. The bridge stands in the center of the background.