Standing In Line
Saturday. I photographed the Sistahs Steppin' in Pride Parade by the lake this morning thinking I'd go downtown later in the afternoon and photograph the first day of the Oakland Chinatown Streetfest instead of wimping out as I did last year. Then, when the sore muscles generated by the Sistahs kicked in, I changed my mind. My, my. I'll take care of the Chinese Street Festival tomorrow.
Sunday. Up this morning feeling tired (why so tired after all that sleep?) having done no more than watch my Japanese soaps last night. Still, tired or no, I worked on artandlife this morning with some enthusiasm, drove downtown to take in the Oakland Chinatown Streetfest, parking near Rite Aid (thinking I'd hit their pharmacy to have my prescription for the aching head refilled, learning - probably for the umpteenth time - the Pharmacy isn't open on Sundays), continued walking to the Streetfest perimeter with the big 70 - 200mm lens mounted on the camera. My, but it takes a nice picture; my, but it is big and bulky and obvious to all even when slung under my arm.
Spent maybe an hour, didn't get any pictures, but I did have a street artist do a sketch because I figured for his ten dollar price I had to give it a try. He got the eyes and the eyebrows while taking thirty years off my age and added a nice touch by depicting me crouched with a camera behind some bushes. He'd asked me, as he started, if I had to be sneaky shooting people's pictures on the street and I replied: “Yes I do indeed”. I gave him $20 for his effort. At ten bucks a pop he deserved to have more people standing in line.