[Journal Menu]

[Home Page]


[100 Books]

[Other Sites]

Here In Oakland

Art & Life


August 28, 2016


Sunday. A decent night's sleep. To bed early enough to awaken at quarter to six, too early, but again after getting enough sleep. Out the door to drive to breakfast and comfortably read the Sunday papers, but giving in to an urge to have the Eggs Benedict and country potatoes.

Am I gambling with getting an ocular incident (the Eggs Benedict) later? After all of yesterday's “I'm going to fly right and only eat the fruit and plain waffle” moaning and groaning? Am I feeling any little twinges of one of them now as I'm writing? Am I? Mr. Stupid?

All the self control of a four year old child alone in a candy store.

Either way it's approaching ten, the sun is showing through the clouds and we're going to photograph the Chinatown StreetFest later today with but one camera in tow this time, see how it turns out.

Later. A bit tired, but none of the dreaded ocular stuff, so a bus to Chinatown and the StreetFest just before noon to spend an hour and a half walking through the closed off streets shooting pictures. Any better luck today than I had yesterday? Probably not. Again it's hard to come up with photographs, but I did get enough together for a web section that will be finished tomorrow. So good.

And using the one camera with a 24-120mm f 4.0 lens? Haven't decided, which means it was a close enough call to have been worth the trial and effort.

Home before three to process pictures and then lie down for over an hour. No sleep, but again, flirting with sleep more through tired muscles than anything more unpleasant. Should have attempted the nap the first thing when I got home, done the pictures later.

Evening. Nothing on television and so continued working on today's photographs. There are indeed enough for a section, although there are only one or two really decent, the others are, well, OK in a photographic sort of a way.

In a “photographic sort of a way”?

It's been a long day, after these many years of experience, and I know I won't really understand how I feel about any of the photographs I've taken until months and sometimes years later.

Another statement you just made up on the fly?

That one I'd be willing to argue for in a debate. Whether it's true or not, whether it means anything is, I suspect, a secondary consideration this late on a Sunday evening.

The photo up top was taken yesterday at the Oakland Chinatown StreetFest with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.