My Head AroundWednesday. “They say it's your birthday” and by golly it is. By golly. Sixty fucking three years old, which seems to mean the unchanging teenager inside is filtering the world through a body that's beginning to go through the standard genetically encoded decline. Slowly, one hopes. I do tend to skip reading obituaries. Too many of them younger than I. I've also discovered it's easy to wonder if an ache here or a pain there could be more ominous than similar aches and pains experienced as a child, but life is otherwise good and most everything continues to function: getting out of bed hasn't become an impossible proposition; some interest in the job remains; the photography goes through changes, but remains my favorite monkey; the web sites stumble forward and lunches with anarchist friends continue to be the norm. Nothing to complain about, in other words, although I admit sixty-three is hard to get my head around.
The photograph was taken at the San Francisco Chinese New Year Parade with a Nikon D2x mounted with a 70-200mm VR f 2.8 Nikkor lens and an SB-800 strobe light at 1/60th second, f 2.8, ISO 100.