Not The Results
Wednesday. The alarm at six, up at seven, to the dentist's at eight, back to the apartment to pick up the papers and walk to breakfast at ten. The crown in place, no more gold molar, I'm afraid, replaced now with the latest looks like a tooth ceramic-plastic-composite. I have no idea what he did, but once he got to poking around in my mouth it took very little time. I started to wonder what it was he was using for cement, not really sure from the looks of the various tools and “devices” he put in my mouth, but then I figured what the hell, crowns in the past have lasted for decades, why ask, why worry, why not just get on back home to something important like breakfast? Cement? Hell, Portland cement!
A blustery morning has turned to a sunny day, the temperatures, they're saying, in the high sixties. The Oakland Bay Bridge is closed, a piece of whatever it was they used to fix it over the Labor Day weekend falling onto two of the cars crossing below (without damaging any actual humans, fortunately) and they're working like crazy to repair it. Thank Her I'm not commuting to San Francisco anymore. Getting to a dentist's office this early in the morning is about as much as I want to handle.
We begin to wander here.
Yes we do. It's twelve-thirty, I'm in the mood for a walk. Never waste an in the mood for a walk.
Later. A bus downtown, a run by the transit agency offices for next months bus ticket, a walk down the way to upgrade a third and last pair of glasses to the new prescription (one pair beside the bed, one pair beside the computer, one pair to read the papers over breakfast - high living in the big city, I'm thinkin’) and a walk back to the apartment. Well, a walk to the city center to take a picture or two, a walk down the way to a coffee shop across from a bus stop at Broadway and 20th to have a Latte and a chocolate cup cake (quite small, thirty cents for one, but very good I discovered, I'll have more than one of them the next time I'm there!) taking a picture with the camera D-Lighting feature set to high (I need to take a look at the manual again and see what happened - there's information in the foreground, more than I'd expect with the light so bright through the window behind her, but I don't know right now if D-Lighting worked or not).
I carried a camera with a 135mm f 2.0 lens to change the way I look at things. I primarily use a 24 - 70mm f 2.8 standard mid-range zoom on the full frame digital (a 17 - 55mm on the 1.5 factor Nikon DX models) and a 70 - 200mm f 2.8 on both models for candid portraits at parades and such, but just kicking around walking, well, there are other options and I've been forcing myself to use them. What's the use of having all these lenses if you don't use them? The 135mm was a favorite when I was shooting film, but less so now with digital. Again, it limits you to a certain kind of shooting, a certain range of options, but within those limits it allows really interesting up close images (Charlie! Did that old duffer over there just shoot our picture??). Well, it's the story I tell myself. Seems to work. The story, if not the results.