Work Is Required
Saturday. To bed early, to sleep reasonably early (I seem to recall, hard to remember the next morning), up with the alarm, but slowly, taking my time. It's a Saturday and the meters are running, but there's no Times delivered on the weekends, so reading the Chronicle and the Tribune doesn't take but half the usual time.
Anyway, off to breakfast and back before eight to look at yesterday's entry, cobble together a photograph from out of the past for the journal picture. The blood pressure is one-nineteen over eight-two, smack on normal, let's hope it holds and doesn't increase overly much before we take the next pill at the new time this evening. Are things going well? They seem to be, but I'm way too optimistic, so we'll see later, after the Chinese New Year Parade early this evening.
You up for that?
I think so, can't see why not, although I'm feeling a certain hesitancy at the moment, something I suspect is but habit, smoke and mirrors. If I hold back on photographing this one (the weather is supposed to be good) then I do indeed have a problem. Or is that obvious?
Too much so.
There we go.
Evening. So the later morning and early afternoon went without doing anything other than surfing the web. Not a good sign. Not tired, as such, but the engine wasn't really turning. Still, off to the bus and then the downtown to photograph the parade, spending something like an hour running around shooting pictures (which was a bit tiring), forgetting (as I do every year) the parade is more a compilation of high school marching bands on top of high school marching bands with the odd kung fu dojo, sword dancer platoon and the inevitable dragon thrown in. The Year of the Snake. I know a Snake. She's very nice.
Which means a whole lot of small children participating and I'm not all that good photographing small children. Older adult children in costume, now, that's good, but that's also called the Carnaval Parade or the Cherry Blossom Festival Parade. Still, the first parade of the season, a parade I've photographed many times before and will hopefully photograph many times to come.
All of which means?
Getting pictures is a bit like pulling teeth. Work is required.