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A Secondary Concern So tomorrow is the San Francisco Gay Pride Parade and a year has passed since I shot it last. It seems so long ago and yet so recent. (Plug in dissertation here on time and how it passes like wind through trees while you're sleeping.)
The parade starts at 10:30 in the morning right at one of the
So, this afternoon spent reading the second Groucho book after buying two pair of pants with 31" inseams. I generally can't find 31" inseams, so I have a rule. If it looks even half OK and it has a 31" inseam, buy it. Dockers. You can't buy 31" inseams pants at the Gap. High fashion, ladies and gentlemen, as a techie in the shipping business. The last of the batteries are recharging on the desk. Fresh batteries with at least one backup set. The camera world runs on batteries, film is a secondary concern. |
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downtown BART stations, so I just hop on a train and walk into the
thick of it. Last year the Dykes on Bikes contingent greeted me at the
BART exit and I spent an hour and a half shooting outrageous women in
outrageous costume come to celebrate and freak out the straights,
photographers welcome, thank you very much. It's summer. Skin, black
leather and silver chain. Not a fantasy I share or even appreciate, but
one that's still interesting for its images. Five hundred thousand people
come to line the streets and watch.