Saturday. I'm not quite certain how I managed it last night, but I didn't get to sleep until after eleven, getting up a good half hour after the alarm thinking do I really want to go shoot the St. Patrick's Day Parade later this morning? Am I cutting it close by getting up this late? The product of not quite being awake, we soon hit our stride, headed off to breakfast and are now ready to set out for the city.
A nice day out there. Should I wear a light jacket with a sweater or just a light jacket? Still a bit cool, but will it be too warm by late morning in San Francisco for both? Silly thoughts, idle questions, we'll wear the both, put the jacket in the empty back pack while shooting if needed. Remember what we've done in the past. Ready? Set?
With the new camera?
Later. Good thing that I didn't wear the sweater, more than warm enough in San Francisco. A bus to BART to Montgomery Street to arrive just after ten in time to take photographs as the parade was forming up for its eleven-thirty start. I was pooped by the time the hour and a half was up and decided to duck out and return to Oakland as the parade was ready to start. Whatever I had in the camera, I had more than pictures enough for a section (or two) for artandlife.
Lots of people at the parade, more so than I remember from last year's parade, although I could be wrong. Groups of green people standing in front of the various (suddenly Irish) bars and eating establishments in the sidewalks preparing to participate, I suspect there will be more than a few hangovers well underway by mid-afternoon.
Up and down 2nd street, up and down, up and down, the sun bright, the dark/light contrast a problem, still came away with enough half decent photographs to call it a success.
Back on BART to Oakland, the bus not due for another thirty minutes when I arrived and so a bagel with cream cheese and coffee in the City Center out in front of the bagel shop. I'd had the waffle with sliced fruit for breakfast, taking no chances, I figured if the cream cheese was going to bite me it wouldn't bite me until I got home and could easily crash.
So far, so good. The head has been clear all day, the energy good, although the back aches from all the running around with the camera(s). Better a tired back for a good reason than a fuzzy head for no reason that can be determined.
I'll drink to that.
Later still. Pictures.
Evening. An episode exactly like one I recently described after I'd been out shooting and was sitting at the computer working on the photographs. Had I had cream cheese on a bagel back then? I remember being suspicious of something. I'll go back through these interminable entries and check. Basically, working on the pictures in Photoshop, I lost track of what I was doing, what I needed to do to process the pictures, saved the current image in some confusion and went to bed.
Didn't last for more than thirty minutes, the same period it lasted the last (and the first) time this happened. Weird. Still, back to reality, back to working on the pictures, nothing on television this evening with all the public station fund raising going on. And on. And on.