Saturday. To bed by nine, lights out by ten, to sleep whenever. Awake a minute before the alarm to head off to breakfast feeling pretty good, back to face the wreckage of yesterday's journal entry. Not good, yesterday's prose. The best one could say is mediocre. One could ask oneself what one was doing. Still, fiddled with it as best I could before pushing it to the web and then went to bed for an hour's nap. Actual sleep. Maybe look at what we put up there later, but I don't want to kill a decent mood before heading over to the Vietnamese Tet Festival in San Francisco. But this is rambling enough for a morning.
Later. And so a bus to BART, a (very crowded) train to the Civic Center station and the U.N. Plaza where the Vietnamese Lunar New Year Tet Festival was well underway when I arrived to find, over the course of perhaps two hours, just barely enough photographs for an artandlife section. Had lunch (a turkey sandwich and coffee) at the Oakland City Center on the way home to then spend the rest of the afternoon to process photographs and web pages. Thus the day has gone.
They seem to be just a bunch of pictures of attractive young women and a few cute kids. No other photographs you could have taken? Does this really give a well rounded depiction of the festival?
I was thinking about that as I was walking back and forth shooting. No apologies for the young women, my bent is taking candid portraits and so all of these various festivals, protests and such are about candid portraits, but I found myself not finding other people or situations that struck my eye or fancy. Which probably means I was kidding myself that I was looking. Ah, well. Little these days is perfect.
Evening. Casablanca is playing on public television later at eight. How long since I've watched Casablanca? I have a copy of it gathering dust on tape, haven't watched it in years. I do remember (however) how the story is resolved. As does everyone.