Oakland

My last post might have given off the impression that I dislike Oakland in some way, which wouldn't be quite correct. I've been living in Oakland now for a couple of years, and I still stumble across a glimmer of beauty peaking out from Oakland's gritty veneer almost everyday. Like this mural tucked away under the freeway near the McArthur BART station. Surprisingly Oakland agrees with me at this point in my life.