Sunday. To sleep at a decent hour to awaken a good thirty minutes before the alarm feeling reasonably well rested, thinking the head would probably come together over breakfast and I'd be ready to drive downtown, park and catch the first train to San Francisco and the Carnaval Parade. And that seems to be what happened.
Found a parking space near the BART entrance and got on the train, crowded, but a seat available. Off the train at 24th Street at nine in the morning walking then the six blocks to Bryant where the parade was forming. Although it kicks off at nine-thirty, it takes more than an hour for everyone to cross the starting line and so I get in my usual hour and a half of shooting. I'm usually knackered after an hour and a half and, although I was tired, I was physically tired (and not all that physically tired) with the head clear and the attitude excellent. I'd say. Which I just did.
Overcast, of course, cool, but not overly cold. No sun while taking the pictures, but that's often an advantage, none of the bright sun, dark background/foreground problems to keep an eye on.
And so it went. BART back to Oakland and the car back home by noon. Nice to have the car and not have to worry about catching a bus, although I would have liked to check out the Latham Square area to see what they'd been doing over the weekend. We'll take a look tomorrow.
A bunch of photographs, but it will take a couple of days to go through them and to know how many turned out, how many I liked, how many I may use that I later wish I hadn't. The usual routine. Pay no attention.
Evening. An afternoon and early evening working on the photographs. Carnaval always produces quite a few so I know what I'll be doing most of the day tomorrow. A good day, good energy, the shooting didn't slow me down, even with all the walking and running around. So good. We'll celebrate with something on the tablet tonight, if I can find something to watch on the tablet. So many movies, so few seem to hit the mark.