I put my table cloths down immediately, and crouched here like my VC people just daring anyone to take my spot. Sidenote: notice the table in the background with balloons. If you read online, it says you can put a tablecloth down, then go home and sleep, come back, and you'll have your table reserved. Wrong, hipsters. If you leave your table unattended, someone will take it, or the park staff will remove it (sorry girl who tried to reserve the concrete chess tables with the note with the smiley faces). The balloon table sat in limbo for a while, and then the group next to us decided to remove the balloons/blanket and put it to the side. At about noon or 1pm, the hipsters who "reserved" the table showed up and confronted the group who moved the balloons. "Did you move these balloons," they asked. The group next to us replied, "Balloons? No." FIN. Love it. Love the table drama at Crissy field. Only in SF.

For some daft reason I liked this one. I couldn't move the conifer and yet wanted as much deep green and black within the background and in particular the sublime piece top left and the brilliant white of the daisy heads on black.