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Here In Oakland

Art & Life


March 25, 2017


Saturday. Lights out at closer to ten-thirty than ten while listening to an interview with a columnist for the Chronicle I've come to favor, to awaken then at six-thirty, trading the half hour in getting to sleep late for a half hour of sleeping in later. I guess. At some level it seems to make sense.

Anyway, up in reasonable fettle to get ready and walk to breakfast with all three papers in tow, the later hour allowing the East Bay Times to arrive. A picture on the way in what's turning out to be a sunny, rather nice looking, day, even better walking home.

Had the single pork chop with eggs over medium, country potatoes with fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Why, I don't know. Perhaps because the scale had me almost two pounds under one-fifty this morning. Perhaps because we don't seem to care or plan or think clearly about what sometimes happens later with the ocular migraine issues. We may soon experience later. For now we feel just fine.

Later. No weird jiggles in reality by noon and so a walk over by the lake and then on to the farmers market, hungry, but unable to think of a single thing I wanted to eat. That I felt I'd be able to get down. Still strikes me as an odd, although now common conundrum.

Over by the ice cream shop, no luck talking myself inside, and so back to the apartment, the sun bright, the light coat and sweater finally becoming uncomfortable arriving home under an ever warmer sun. So good. Listening to an episode of Law & Order play in the background. Don't much like the the one standard issue over the top character with anger management issues they include in these cops and robbers programs and I don't much like the special victims unit aspect, but nothing else is playing this Saturday afternoon.

Actually, there was an interesting program about the first American female war photographer on one of the PBS stations.

I Switched to PBS from Law & Order during the commercial channel's never ending ads as I was working with today's photographs. Something I wouldn't usually want to admit to in public.

Later still. Still clear headed, good. Still watching television, less good. Well, what am I saying? A decent day, a decent afternoon, the cops clearing New York City of rapists and robbers on the tube.

Evening. They broadcast The Manchurian Candidate on PBS at eight, followed by Beat The Devil, a movie released in 1954, one that I hadn't seen or heard of before, a spoof on movies in The Maltese Falcon genre with a cast that included Humphrey Bogart, Peter Lorre and Gina Lollobrigida, but starting at ten after ten.

I've seen The Manchurian Candidate more than once back when, don't want to see it again, and ten after ten is too late to be starting a movie. It is. This is, at least, a confirmation the head remains clear, no fluttering about from that morning pork chop, and who knows? Maybe it will show up later on Netflix.

The photo up top was taken at the San Francisco Saint Patrick's Day Parade with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.