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San Francisco 2008 Carnaval Parade.

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July 12, 2008

That And A Cat
Saturday. Quite humid, but the temperature's good, the sky overcast. Hard to say what sort of a night's sleep I had last night. I remember a fireworks display erupting around ten-thirty - you could just see the flashes brightening the sky behind the apartment building across my narrow street - then drifting off, drifting back; turn on the radio briefly, turn it off; looking at the clock, nodding off; looking at the clock, nodding off before finally waking up around five-thirty. I seem fine, the head not that far out of whack, but I suspect I'll take a nap or two before the day is done. No complaints. I generally like fireworks displays, even those you only hear in the distance. Lets you know people are out there celebrating July 11th for some unknown reason. It's good to think people are out there with something to shout about.

And you don't?

No, no. I'm just musing this morning. Life is strange, but strange in a quixotic sense. I'm up for taking this day one step at a time: a bath, a nap, some work on the books page if that's what I'm up for. It's the weekend and it's OK to pretty much do anything I want.

As opposed to a week day when you have to get something done? Now that you're retired?

Well, that's the adjustment you have to make. When I've gotten to the point of approaching the day in a quixotic way each and every day I'll know the adjustment period is over and I can give all this introspective crap a rest. There's nothing wrong with being a crusty old bachelor sitting up in his apartment writing the same journal entry over and over, day in and day out, if that's really who you are and how you're put together. Life is strange, it's strange for everybody, but strange is OK as long as your own brand of strange matches the strange you really should be. Deedle-dee-dee.

And you are?

A crusty old bachelor who sits up in his apartment writing the same journal entry day in and day out, who only leaves his cave to take pictures and drink the occasional glass of Guinness.

And you're comfortable with that?

That and a cat.

The photograph was taken at the San Francisco 2008 Carnaval Parade with a Nikon D3 mounted with a 70 - 200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR lens at 1/5000th second, f 2.8, ISO 200.