On A Friday Night
Friday. To bed last night just after nine, up half an hour later than the alarm to head off and back from breakfast on an overcast morning, feeling pretty good. Knock on wood. We'll avoid continuing yesterday's carping, hope to avoid the much too familiar feeling of fuzzy headed nonsense.
Again, a reunion later this early evening downtown, that will be interesting (and very nice to see one and another of the ladies people I used to work with). Maybe something else of interest that I haven't done recently. Seems hard to conceive of, though, setting out on a new local adventure with or without a camera.
Without a camera?
I know. Starting the day feeling good can make you a little giddy.
Later. Certainly a slow morning and afternoon. A walk in the late morning, a very short walk over to the lake to sit on a bench in the sun by the white columns with a camera on my lap, no pictures, a walk then back to the apartment to lie down for a while and listen to whatever was on the news.
No more outside escapades, more taking it easy, lying down, surfing the web, playing a (very little) bit of guitar. Feel OK, although again, low key and unmotivated. No rats in the walls, no strange visual aberrations, just, you know, laid back, way back to about 1972.
The reunion thing in another hour. I'm not sure who will be showing up, one or two people I want to see again have said they were going to try and make it, but we'll know soon enough. It's a short enough drive downtown, a short enough drive back if I find an empty room.
You planning on having a drink with the crew?
No, but you never know. Sometimes, in this reunion business, a drink isn't really optional.
Evening. A drive downtown, a parking spot right outside the old APL building, arriving just as the thing was getting started. So far, so good. The people I was hoping to say hello to soon arrived, the hors d'oeuvres were actually quite good and I drank water with a little ice throughout the evening, finally breaking down and taking a few pictures. I guess I was hesitating for whatever reason, this not being a street festival or a parade, but once I got started it was like photographing any other event and I went on a form of autopilot. Not everyone appreciates their picture being taken, but this is a reason I guess I often hold back with friends and acquaintances.
So, fine, back home by eight to spend some time on the guitar and much more time processing the thirty or so photographs that turned out. A bit grainy at the high ISO's, the shutter speed a little too slow in the waning light, but such is life on a Friday night in Oakland.