Overlooking The Bay
Thursday. Ah, Cartier-Bresson, you old rascal, you've finally left us for the next adventure. Many of us would like to hold on in this life so long and so well. And we wouldn't mind shooting one or two pictures that looked something like yours.
I say "old rascal" because I've always thought his "decisive moment" bit - photography as Zen archery - was a put on for the unwashed. I am one of the unwashed, but I also know a nod and a wink when I see one. Cartier-Bresson was not beyond a nod and a wink.
Friday. Another long day and boy howdy am I glad the week is done. More hours will be needed on Sunday, but I'll go into the office in the morning and then set out for San Francisco to take a walk through Fisherman's Wharf in the afternoon. Have some more of those oysters we had last Friday at the Ferry building, look through the shops with a camera in hand. Cartier-Bresson took such jaunts, but he did them in places like Mao's China. Such is life. Some people set out to conquer the world, I'll have to make do with San Francisco and a plate of oysters on a dock overlooking the bay.