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San Francisco 2007 Carnaval Parade.

June 11, 2007

Zone Or No
Monday. A good day today, for whatever reason I do not know. I say “good” in the sense the head was pretty clear and I felt pretty cool outside walking around Oakland during the lunch hour. This is not always true, unfortunately, here in Oakland, getting older and bitching like an Internet fool.

Then again no complaints. Eighteen days until retirement, the days slipping by. Questions from friends about what I'm going to do on the day I actually do retire, on the weekend I actually do retire, over the week after I actually do retire and I haven't thought much about it. I will make changes to this life of mine, I've made radical changes in the past; I'm up for doing it now, but one step at a time. One revolution at a time.

That ticket I bought to Rio for Carnaval, that's not for another six months. Doesn't count, in my humble opinion, until I get there. Then there's that festival in Japan - the north half of the island, the south half of the island: I'll figure that out when I get off the plane - that's coming up in the Fall. Is that another celebratory event? I would think so, but again, it's not happening for many months. Many things in this life “won't happen for many months” and sometimes, if you find life has other plans, they won't happen at all.

There's nothing true in anything you've said. Rio indeed. What's going on?

I am told by two different friends I am in a rut, too far into “my comfort zone”. And obviously they've hit a nerve or I wouldn't be mentioning it here. Yes, I've been at this job for fourteen years and you do tend to establish your little habits. Breakfast on the weekends, for example. Same place, mostly the same breakfast, the same ladies who serve it saying “hello Bob” every morning and knowing exactly what I want when I say something like “waffle” or “crab cake”. I like this. They don't stand around asking me how the week has gone. I'm a photographer, a loner, but a guy who appreciates a nice hello. Is this so bad? Evidently it shows I'm in a rut. A good rut, but a rut none the less, and I'm up for a change in breakfast places, but only if I move. Breakfast at the usual place is not a complaint, inside my “comfort zone” or no.

The photograph was taken at the San Francisco Carnaval Parade with a Nikon D2Xs mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR lens at 1/1500th second, f 2.8, ISO 640.