Sunday. An odd day. I trundled on over to Beverages & More late yesterday afternoon and bought a couple of bottles of sake returning home knowing I was going to photograph the Folsom Street Fair today and proceeded to drink quite a bit of it anyway awakening this morning feeling less well than I should and asking myself why? Doesn't make any sense if photographing this street fair was the plan. Did I go to San Francisco and take photographs? Yes, I spent an hour and a half walking about shooting pictures feeling wobbly and wondering now and again if I might not just fall down flat on my ass or, given the surroundings, somebody else's ass.
It wasn't just I was feeling wobbly. I took a single camera with the light weight 18 - 200mm lens. A nice lens, but if I'd been feeling better I'd have brought two camera bodies, one with the 70 - 200mm and one with the 17 - 55mm since they take a better picture. But two cameras are heavier and more unwieldy, something to be avoided when you're feeling crappy. And the pictures. How many did I take? Very few. The Folsom Street Fair is an interesting scene, though. Many too many men much older than I walking about stark naked. More than a few topless women, everybody pretty much in black: black leather this, black leather that. The street was crowded. I have no idea how many people, but elbow to elbow or asshole to asshole (if you like). A strange scene that didn't lead for whatever reason to many pictures.
Oh, and when I returned to Oakland a crowd was gathering to hear Hillary Clinton speak to her supporters on 14th Street beside City Hall with another smaller crowd on 14th Street on the opposite side of Broadway listening to live music up on a stage to celebrate the opening of the Barack Obama Oakland campaign headquarters, their respective supporters running about putting up posters and passing out fliers. Did I want to wait the required hour to hear Hillary (and take some pictures)? I debated this sitting at Peet's drinking an iced cafe latte. I opted for home having handled as much as I wanted to handle on this last Sunday in September.