Out The Window
Sunday. What was the book: Thirty Days In May, published in 1971? Is that why I always think of May as having thirty days? I correct myself immediately, I've made this mistake too many times not to by now, evidently since 1971.
In driving back from my trip yesterday afternoon to pick up some storage boxes I noticed the gasoline price had jumped to $2.75 from $2.71. It was $2.21 on April 7th. The result of increasing demand? Some of it, maybe. I go on and on about how little I drive, so the price of gas doesn't mean that much to me, but it frosts my ass to see how these things are manipulated with no discussion or examination in the press or the (chuckle) government. Wild speculation on my part? I think it would be portrayed that way if anyone cared, but I do doubt it. The oil companies are right behind the banks in investing their dollars in Congress.
End of sermon?
End of sermon.
This morning, overcast, as it's been for a number of days, and I'm feeling just fine, thank you. A good breakfast at the usual place, snappy and awake, a drive to Safeway to refurbish necessary items including a bit of sake for the evening; thoughts of heading out in another hour to see what this San Mateo Maker's Faire is about. Oh, right. San Mateo. Across the bridge. Quite a drive. We'll see how “energetic” I really am, probably by the next paragraph.
Later. A drive over to San Mateo crossing the Bay Bridge and down 101, the place packed, the parking lots full. So I continued driving right on back, this time over the San Mateo bridge and back up to the Jack London Square area looking for a parking spot. Which I did not find. So I went home after a trip of just over an hour. I did get out of the house, I took along the D2Xs with the 180mm lens, giving it the equivalent of a 270mm lens with the smaller sensor, but in a smaller and relatively light weight package, along with the D3 with the 24 - 70mm zoom.
Both together relatively light weight, easier to carry than what I consider my normal configuration. Now obviously I didn't shoot any pictures, but I'll soon try again, see if it makes sense for my kind of shooting. I hope it does. Lighter is better than most anything other than better pictures. It is the pictures, one must remember, even when one is good at fooling oneself. (He mumbled.)
This has been a good day for a number of reasons, all of which are too boring even for me to go into here, but that doesn't temper any of the good vibes and enthusiasm. I'm feeling good. I feel whatever is coming is indeed coming quickly and I'm going to have a good time whatever it is. Knock on whatever wood. Or is that too many whatevers? You get a little giddy and sensibility goes right out the window.