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October 1, 2016


Saturday. Lights out by nine-thirty to awaken at six-thirty, so I'm thinking that was a pretty good night's sleep, although I did get up once to take a leak. Well, I awoke and the bladder, no matter the fill, seems to demand attention. Five in the morning. Get up, get back in bed and - bam! - an hour and a half have passed in the blink of an eye.

A walk to breakfast to have their Crab Cake Benedict for breakfast, to document the four cent increase in gas prices and then to walk home on another sunny morning, the temperature decent. They're saying decent for the rest of the day, but we'll see.

Nothing on the schedule, an event tomorrow of some sort over at the lake, so some chance for pictures. A bus downtown for lunch, I think. Haven't been downtown in a while and I owe a last picture or two of the Latham Square project. At least finish up the web pages I've put together and put them to rest. An odd and less photographically wonderful project, but very good for getting my butt outside and nice to now finally put it to rest. Haven't asked the butt's opinion on this.

Later. A walk over to the lake and then back to the apartment with the sinuses acting up, taking a full dose of the pain meds when I returned and then lying down to finish the last of the new series of Longmire episodes on the tablet. The meds seem to have kicked in and things are better, better in the sense the sinuses and upper palate are less active, but we're not thinking of going outside.

I had brought a camera on the walk (of course), but wished I'd brought a longer lens or one of the DX cameras to get closer to the line of egrets that came in out of nowhere for a landing as I was sitting on a bench by the lake. There seem to be egrets, both Great and American all year long, but it's unusual to see so many together.

Evening. Not much I can see to watch on television. I'm not sure what it is about old classic movies, but I haven't wanted to watch any of the Saturday night offerings on public television. Is this just me or is this something that has to do with growing older? I do remember the younger days when I consumed them like popcorn.

The photo up top was taken Sunday at the Folsom Street Fest in San Francisco with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.