Next Time Out
Tuesday. I took BART to the city around ten and spent two hours photographing the St. Stupid's Day Parade as it formed up for their take off at noon. The St. Stupid's Day Parade has been held on April 1st for the last thirty years and this is the first time I've managed to photograph one.
I brought a single camera with the 24 - 70mm lens, thinking a second camera with the 70 - 200mm would be burdensome. (Too heavy for an old man on a Tuesday morning.) I think next time I'll go with burdensome. The photographs were mostly throw away's with the colors harsh and crappy under a bright sun, but I was able to get a couple of Wavy Gravy that halfway worked. Still, you make mistakes, you learn. And then you make the same mistakes and you learn all over again.
I was happy to see Mr. Gravy out and about. I figure at seven years my senior if he's still up and walking and giving interviews there's hope for all of of us in our chances for continued existence. I met him in the early seventies when he and Kesey were manning a table at an alternative book publishing fair one summer Sunday in San Francisco, the Rip Off Press underground comix table where I was sitting but two tables down. Kesey was flogging the debut of his then new quarterly Spit In The Ocean and later in the mid-seventies Wavy and his wife would come by the old Rip Off Press parties along with many of the more interesting people in town. He's been on one hell of a trip, adding more to the community on one of his off days than I have in my entire life. Saint Gravy? Why not?
Still, two hours running around with a camera, good reason to feel satisfied albeit tired. And the fact the photographs really weren't very good? An opportunity, as I mentioned, to fix that the next time out.