This morning a machine was chewing up a house on the block near Cal Anderson Park that's being torn down to make a light rail station. (Can't see a house's insides exposed like that, yawning open, being eaten, without thinking of the way Hemingway does the destroyed houses in a sentence in the second chapter of A Farewell to Arms—"the sudden interiors of houses that had lost a wall through shelling, with plaster and rubble in their gardens and sometimes in the street.") I took a couple photos (here, here) and then walked to the front of the house and took this one, after the house was mostly eaten. That's part of my glove in the foreground. Sorry. Cell phone.

Slog reader Ari Brown was there earlier than I was, and posted photos on his blog this morning. Good photos. Like, with no gloves in the foreground. Here's a photo of the house right at the beginning of its end:

(Thanks, Ari.)