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June 24, 2017


Saturday. Awakening at six-twenty, probably the outcome I should be looking to extend,if I want to set out with the East Bay Times in tow in the mornings, it having arrived when I set out walking to breakfast this morning.

Overcast. A Saturday and so not many people about when setting out walking as the fitness club isn't open as early on the weekends. The Eggs Benedict (country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee) for breakfast, more people eating than you get on a weekday, but not so many as to make me feel guilty in taking up a larger table in order to spread out the papers.

Still overcast heading home, but warm enough in the t-shirt and light jacket, the usual set of pictures plus one, a vandalized bicycle in front of the fitness club, another photograph to contrast with the earlier photograph taken as I was setting out, the parking spaces now taken and people about.

Sun now after ten, maybe go by Jack London Square later to take a look at the taco festival they've been advertising, maybe break down and eat one if I'm hungry. The Gay LGBT Pride Parade tomorrow and so I'll be driving, yes, on a Sunday, but so as to drive to BART in order to catch the first train of the day at eight-twenty.

Later. A bus to the ATM on Broadway, a walk then back to the apartment, taking pictures at the Grand and Harrison intersection and the entrance to Fairyland because nothing else suggested itself. Either that or I wasn't listening. Same old routine, you understand.

In a fog?

No more than normal. Nice day, comfortable in a t-shirt and light jacket under the direct sun. Lots of people about, no thought to wait on a bus, not hungry and so didn't stop to get anything to eat. Thought about the Tacopocalypse that starts at noon today in Jack London Square, but I understood I wasn't up for it, even if one of the free buses should happen to pass.

Later still. The Amazon package I'd been expecting arrived in the usual fashion, the delivery being made to the apartment lobby, but no one buzzing my apartment to let me know it had arrived. Can't complain too much as I'd been going downstairs to check now and again suspecting that's how it would come down and, of course, it did.

Evening. More television, some spaghetti with red clam sauce, more television, prepare the cameras for tomorrow's parade.

The photo up top was taken at the 2013 Carnaval Parade with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR Nikkor lens.