I Believe It Is
Sunday. Maybe you have an evening of sake every (one hopes) not too often to remind yourself what a really good clear headed morning is like, a morning like this morning: home from breakfast, the attitude good, the head-sinus thing really good, the head actually clear enough to kid yourself that you can still skip and dance and think. Nauseating, isn't it?
I would say.
Later. A bus ride downtown, then a walk to Jack London Square to poke around and have coffee at the Starbucks up above Border's, a longer walk back to City Center and and then beyond to Sear's where I boarded a bus feeling just fine, thank you. I missed meeting with the local Flickr Oakland photographer's group yesterday to photograph the tall ships that have been in residence for the last month (Did I mention I was feeling somewhat under the weather yesterday?), but better late than never.
Monday. Out the door for breakfast, out the door later to walk around Chinatown, an ice cream cone at the Asian Cultural Center, a small cup of chilli at the Quiznos in the City Center, enough walking over a period of three hours to feel comfortably tired now that I'm back in the apartment in the late afternoon. I'm not sure repeating this routine won't become stale rather soon even if I extend it by hopping on BART and walking around the San Francisco waterfront with a camera; skipping over to Berkeley to take in the Marine recruiting center or photograph any protesters still living in trees; driving up to Napa or maybe the Russian River looking for pictures. Well, the Russian River. I haven't been to the Russian River in a long time. Maybe stretching my interest out by exploring the, um, wider area won't be all that difficult. Hmm. Have I mentioned the day is great, it's Oakland and the new (inexpensive) video camera has arrived?
Is it swell?
Yes, I believe it is.