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San Francisco 2006 Carnaval Parade.

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January 16, 2008

Take A Nap
Wednesday. The identity chip for Ms. Emmy will cost seventy-eight dollars. What I hadn't realized is they also give you a tag that she'll wear on a collar that indicates she has such a chip and that pretty much any vet or animal shelter will be able to contact the outfit that tracks such things and find my name and contact information. I was thinking it contained a name and phone number, but it contains a key code that by calling the tracking organization gives them your name and number. Which makes sense. You can modify the contact information with a new owner or a new address and phone number by talking with the tracking group without having to change the information in the chip itself. So, adios seventy-eight dollars, welcome to the twenty-first century Ms. Emmy!

She'll be thrilled.

Won't she though.

I put up more Carnaval photographs on artandlife, many of which have been recent posts on the journal. I generally have to go back and pick through old batches taken earlier in the year to get me through the winter and I'm not altogether clear they're all that good. Some are, no complaints, and some are interesting in that I like them very much but didn't seem to see them on the first go around. Well, this new year is a new year for photographs. New horizons, new subjects. Whoop.

That's it? Whoop?

Lots of talk, talk, talk. No walk, walk, walk. Whoop without the exclamation point.

Well, we're on our way to Portland pretty quick. It will get you out of the house, on the road, a swell chance to get your head screwed down straight?

A walk this morning to breakfast, no complaints. The lungs continue to improve, the head-sinus thing (I think - it's hard to tell if I'm perceiving what I hope to see happening or what is actually happening) seems to be shrinking, the upper teeth and palate not aching nearly as much, the head occasionally clear except in the afternoons (like now) when it's usually fucked. This is all good. Unless I'm projecting, wishing, not facing the truth. Doodle-dee-dooth. So, yes. Let's say Portland is the place (and it won't rain - please?) where all things come together and life is renewed.

OK, Emmy is chipped and seemingly content. The leak under the sink has been fixed. I've shuffled things around the living room and it seems more like a living room than a photographer's closet. Tomorrow I do the laundry, pack, go over my check list (I'm thinking of creating one tonight), check the weather on Highway 5 and decide to go up 101 along the coast. I'd much rather take a nap.

The photograph was taken at the San Francisco 2006 Carnaval Parade with a Nikon D2Xs mounted with a 70 - 200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR lens at 1/1250th second, f 2.8, ISO 100.