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September 25, 2014

Nothing New

Thursday. OK, not a bad night's sleep, a little slow in getting up after awakening ten minutes before the alarm, but out the door on time on a rainy morning heading for breakfast. Not much rain unfortunately, not enough to dent the drought (they're saying), but nice for washing some of the dust off the car. It has stopped now and I suspect we'll be seeing the sun.

I subscribe to a local neighborhood web site where one local resident mentioned he'd seen a laptop robbed from a woman who was sitting at a table at my morning café on Tuesday at five-thirty in the afternoon by two males who escaped in a waiting car being driven by a woman. All young, of course. Who else would gamble with this much potential grief by robbing a laptop? Still, makes you think when you yourself walk these streets carrying a not inexpensive camera.

Eyes open wide.

Eyes open wide.

Later. An attempt at a nap that didn't last and so the usual walk over to the construction site to see what might be up, the Grand Street sidewalk along the project no longer blocked off and so access to take a picture or two of the area where they'd been pouring cement at the beginning of the week.

The usual photographs from the area above the project where they'd removed the fence and then back to the apartment. Overcast, but no more rain with one or two spots of sun now getting through the clouds. The sky is on the way to clearing later this afternoon.

Later still. Work on the construction site photographs into the early afternoon before taking a bus downtown to get out the door and talk myself into something for lunch, at the last minute settling on a bagel with cream cheese and coffee out at a table in front of the bagel shop. Been a while since I've done that. Not so many people at two in the afternoon and so no problem finding a table and settling in.

I figured the return bus had long gone by the time I'd I finished eating and so I set out through the City Hall area and then on to Broadway to walk to Grand, only to find the bus I'd assumed had long since left sitting on Broadway across the street. OK, just sitting at a stop, motor running, not moving. The light turned red and I was able to cross Broadway to get on the bus. Kismet? A message from the (fill in the blank) that we were on a roll and luck was ours this day? Time to buy a lottery ticket?

Home now to listen to the news, finish this and, well, maybe take another crack at that nap, although I'm clear headed and not particularly tired. Are we running out of distractions and things to keep us amused? Not quite yet, but the thought reoccurs often as not.

Evening. Nothing on television and so to bed to watch something on the tablet, I have two detective series, one British, one Australian, I've been switching back and forth between this last week.

Nothing new in any of this.

I wonder if I should take a night photography class?

The photo up top was taken Sunday at the Folsom Street Fair with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 70-200mm f/2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.