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Here In Oakland

Art & Life


July 23, 2017


Sunday. Awake at six-fifteen after a decent night's rest to get up and drive with all three papers in tow on a clear and sun coming up over the hills morning to have the two strips of bacon, eggs over easy, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Easy-peasey. Or something like that.

A drive then to the supermarket with a short shopping list in hand, the written list to insure I didn't forget anything. Like the Q-tips I've forgotten now for too long. Q-tips and three or four other necessary items in hand (no sake this time) and back home, the shopping done without apparent mental or bodily harm, a clear day ahead. At least after the Amazon packages arrive.

Which I discovered they did around ten when I checked the web. A clear day ahead at ten in the morning to do anything I might like.

Like a nap?


Later. And a nap. Well, no sleep, but a lie down for an hour before a light tap at the door signalled another Amazon package had arrived. My, my. The toothbrush is charging, the drain in the bathroom sink is bubbling with the strong version of Drano inside and I'm thinking a run to an ATM, a sign some slight hint of ambition kicking in.

I'd forgotten the apartment house fire that had destroyed the framed building under construction near the Broadway ATM and so set out with the wrong lens on the camera for getting any decently framed shots on the way to the ATM. Needed wide angle, had the 135mm telephoto, but a couple of pictures before walking home.

Evening. Have been avoiding finishing the pictures taken on the trip, avoiding doing much of anything other than watching television. Tired and so why not just go to bed? I'm allowed.

The photo up top was taken of my sister on Washington's Olympic Peninsula last Tuesday with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 24-120mm f 4.0 VR Nikkor lens.