Saturday afternoon in the San Francisco Financial District. The skyscrapers form deep ravines where, during the work week, commuters and workers bustle and jostle along the City streets. I love the relative quiet of these urban canyons on the weekend.
Looking for photo opportunities, I stretch my neck upwards and marvel at the masterful work of many talented architects. Skyscrapers are works of art. Their symmetry and predictable patterns of shapes, angles and curves fascinate me in a way classroom geometry never did. The mirrored facades of the buildings create strange and distorting images of their neighbors.
Some buildings transform into designs reminiscent of tribal art.
The old and new bridge the years through the use of repetitive patterns of squares and rectangles, and the juxtaposition of cool modern angles with exquisite lines and swirls from the past.
Other reflections project a sense of disorientation and visual confusion.
A pattern of identical window openings march in perfect unison along regimented rows.
Urban geometry transforms my vision. I see its influence in painted brown, square bricks centered with a long rectangle of white.
But the ultimate representation of urban geometry is the Transamerica Pyramid.