Berkeley is filled with scores of walkways laid out in the middle of its regular blocks. Most are in the hills neighborhoods where the street pattern is curved and irregular to follow the contour of the land. One afternoon earlier in the week, I was following a wandering course home from some unnecessary errand or other and wound up on a section of the Tamalpais Steps. I took the first picture trying to capture how the sections of stairs slant at different angles. I didn't get that so well and will have to go back when the lighting isn't so challenging for my little digital camera.
But there's still a little bit of a find in the picture. If you look at the large version of the image, there's a piece of paper tacked up on a fence to the left of the walkway. I didn't notice it when I took the picture. But as I continued up the walk, I saw it. It turned out to be an impromptu poetry posting. A few people around town do this. It's as unexpected and pleasing as the walks themselves.