For some strange reason, I took a walk down Albion this morning.  For the unfamiliar, Albion is a lovely little alley that packs an aroma very much like a Chinatown fish market on a warm summer day and the 16th Street corridor at large.  And between the three opened cans of tuna, two bras, and pile of poo-covered shirts scattered along the sidewalk (I count these things) is this mess of fall colors and a two-dimensional flower.

“Isss nice,” or whatever.