Four hours at the office today from ten til two taking care of a computer emergency of sorts, a walk across the street to shoot one or two pictures at the KKSF Earth Day concert in front of City Hall. Heavy, these cameras. I don't remember them being so heavy. I wonder if I'm going to be able to lug them around the first few weeks after this hernia thing on Monday. Maybe carry the smaller F3, shoot nothing but black and white. Tie helium balloons to the cameras. Or stay in bed. I'll shoot the Cherry Blossom parade tomorrow and do my best to shoot the Cinco de Mayo parade in San Francisco next weekend. Or am I not understanding what fixing a hernia is about? I shall soon learn. Life's like that.
I have mixed emotions about the color I'm getting with this exotic cost me more than I like to think about Nikon D2h I've been packing. Not sure yet if I'm not the problem. I did many versions of the photo above: different croppings, different settings, different colors, different contrasts..., well, many versions. I look serious enough walking around packing the damned thing, acting as if I know what I'm doing, but what I've been producing is Mickey Mouse. Not to worry, though. Mickey Mouse is big business in the American psyche and I'm OK with the ears. I'm sorta OK with the ears.
Otherwise, a sunny day at the end of the rainbow. Some sort of walk-a-thon around Lake Merritt this morning, nothing too serious, a long string of people sauntering along the path. I passed a starting station of some kind when I drove down to the office. Good old American group exercise, but without the grim determination and followed, no doubt, by a large pancake breakfast. I did not have pancakes for breakfast. I had waffles.
Where is this going?
I do not know. I never know. I consider myself lucky to drag my hands to the keyboard. I sit playing Freecell punctuated by the odd random writing break while listening to the radio as I drift through the day. I've done worse in this world and I've done better. No complaints.