During a visit to San Francisco, California I had the chance to take the ferry to Alcatraz Island.

The buildings are getting tired and the paint is falling off the walls. One can almost feel the souls of all the convicts who spent at least part of their lives on this cold, damp island.

Now the walkways are filled with tourists and the plants, shrubs and trees have taken back the land.

This photo was taken above a walkway while others strolled through the past.