Kristin Hillery Photography

Oh wow. Too good.

Last time I was in San Francisco, I was 13. I honestly don’t remember a whole lot about my visit — except for The Bush Man. This man was crouched on a busy Fisherman’s Wharf sidewalk, holding two freshly cut eucalyptus branches in front of him. When someone walked by, he’d shake the branches or stand up, scaring the bejeezus out of the victim. When my family walked by him, we thought it was one of the funniest, most random things we’d ever seen. He’s always been what I think of when I think of San Francisco.