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September 18, 2015

No Impression

Friday. Lights out at ten, awakening twice during the night at about the same time as the in recent times, wide awake and up at six rather than the more usual six-thirty. All that sleep I'd gotten the night before (when you add in the afternoon nap) and we still got in another solid night.

I dallied to allow it to get lighter outside before setting out, the camera over the shoulder, but the paranoia much more manageable than it's been since the theft. Which is good. Watching as I was walking, yes, but less “jumpy” when I noted someone coming up from behind. This is the first time. Good.

The sky clear, the attitude even better as I was walking home. One or two pictures of subjects I've taken before as I passed by, nothing special about them, but I was looking for things to shoot, and again, that's good. A better attitude. Helps to have one.

Didn't take any construction site pictures yesterday and so maybe we'll get in some today. There's a thing going on in Jack London Square today and through the weekend, an Eat Real Festival, something they started in recent years and so maybe a trip to Jack London Square, something I haven't done in a while. Might.

Later. Decided to lie down for a while, a little tired, not sure why, but then a walk to the ATM on Lakeshore. Picked up a birthday card at the card shop across from the ATM and then had a yogurt-fruit mix of some kind and an iced coffee at the table in front of the bagel shop. I seem to gravitate to a lot of bagel shops for someone who doesn't eat many bagels.

Close to eighty degrees now outside, they're saying much warmer by Sunday and so we're back into our hot weather environment. People are predicting the El Niño rains will start in December, something to accept with a grain of salt, perhaps, the timing if not the rain, so we remain in the middle of a rainless fire season.

All of which means in the scheme of things?

Not all that much for those of us living an illusory existence here by an estuary without many trees and grass and stuff around. Fewer baths and showers, more news stories about places you know.

Otherwise, it's two, we're at what's become our break point in the day and I'm guessing we aren't going downtown or across the way to the apartment house construction site for pictures. And truth be told: it doesn't really matter.

Later still. Paid the rest of the months bills and cleared the desk of papers. Which seems a small task except, well, it doesn't happen that often. The bills, yes. You don't put them off for very long without consequences, but clearing the desk is more a leap than but a step forward.

Come on.

Still, desk cleared and so time on the tablet to slip us into the early evening. If this tablet were a paper tablet and the time I'm spending on it was with pen and pencil, I'd have trashed the good part of a small forest in paper.

Time to stop. We are babbling. This day is over.

Evening. Watched New Tricks, one I'd seen before but forgotten - no news there - before skipping the Midsomer Murders that followed. I watched the beginning, knew immediately I'd seen it too, but again, had no idea where it was going. Age erases those parts of one's past that left little or no impression.

The photo up top was taken walking home from breakfast, this morning, passing by the old Lakeview school with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 24-120mm f 4.0 VR Nikkor lens.