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June 12, 2011

Do It Again

Sunday. Well, here we are, another Sunday morning neither better nor worse than they've been in these last few interesting years, best maybe to not dwell on it one way or another. It doesn't seem to matter or change.

What does that mean?

Just that I got up this morning without having set the alarm maybe forty-five minutes later than I usually do, went to breakfast, read the papers, returned home and took an hour or so's lie down if not to nap. Maybe a half conscious period of listening to the radio turned down low in the background qualifies as a nap and I don't have to describe the ins and outs of whether or not I fell “asleep”. People have naps. They understand the concept. I just have to broaden my definition a bit and let it sit.

Anyway, it's not quite ten and I'm thinking of going outside without anything particularly appealing calling for a visit. Where to go? A question we all face now and again, maybe some more often than others. If my big conundrum in life is where to take my walk then I need to understand there are other, less wonderful conundrums most people face, whether you'll eat or not eat this day, whether the wife and kids will eat or be eaten, live another hour, another day. Let us not let our pampered little life fool us into the idea we're out there facing an existential fate. Not here in wind swept, tornado tormented Oakland.

And what does that mean?

It means the day has started, I haven't fixed the big computer yet and I'd like to get outside for a walk and take, if not find, a few pictures. I don't want to go to a movie, I don't want to find or prepare an interesting lunch, I'm not looking for Ms. Right, I'm just, well, up this Sunday morning thinking of taking a morning walk. Best not to make a federal case out of it.

Later. An exciting walk down by the lake and then over to the morning café to sit out at a table with a cup of coffee before walking back to the apartment. Pretty exciting in and of itself I would think.

A picture or two, people were out running the lake, doing what looked to be some form of modern state of the art pushups with others just lollygagging along. I was one of the lollygagers. I can lollygag with the best.

I did find a picture or two. I have no idea what kind of bird this may be. The photograph isn't great, but my lack of knowledge makes it of interest. I've seen this guy in this place many times in passing and actually got down on my knees to take the picture. I don't do that often enough. This fellow was playing a sax. I can sympathize with him playing in a place where he's not going to irritate his neighbors. So for so ordinary a walk I was pleased with my one or two photographs.

Later still. Another walk, short, meandering, after spending time on the guitar. Best to be back and spend more time on guitar, stretch those fingers across the four ugly, but not impossible to span, frets. Don't fret the frets. Best to do it. And then do it again.

The photograph was taken at the San Francisco 2011 Carnaval Parade with a Nikon D3s mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR II lens.