We were at the Meadows. The view through the viewfinder was just perfect. Pristine flowers, growing in meticulously sculpted geometrical patterns and morning dew embellishing them. Just when I was about to push the shutter button, my sister came in centre of the view I had locked in. ”Shirley, please move aside,” I shouted. She liked to bug me. She moved and I fired.
The Chronicle, July 28, 2009, p14
In a tragic accident at the Meadows, a truck overran a 14 years old girl.. She was there with her brother. We were unable to confirm how exactly it happened as the boy apparently lost his faculty of speech and is currently under observation at the Mont Park Asylum.