Friday. Listened to the radio for a bit before turning the lights out at ten to then awaken too early before six and so another take it easy getting up, giving time for the East Bay Times time to arrive before out the door to breakfast, the air nice, the sky clear, no camera thieves to be seen near or far. One hopes.
Do you really obsess about that?
No, not really. Still keeping a keener eye while walking.
The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, again taking my time reading the papers. Many of the stories are familiar in the sense I've read another account online or I've read the story itself late yesterday in the online edition of the paper. Still, enjoy the mornings over the papers or I wouldn't be doing it.
The usual pictures walking home, someone having posted a stop littering sign in their window, probably more because they're pissed than having hope that anyone will pay attention. The trash containers are out on the sidewalks almost daily along my way and not a few of them have been rifled through by someone looking for something they can use or sell or, more unfortunately, something to eat. I suspect it's not altogether easy or nice at night when you don't have a place to sleep in my neighborhood.
These pictures of your's are close to “litter”, what with the lack of attention you employ in taking them.
Later. Nice day, wanting to get out, and so packed a camera in the backpack and headed out over to the lake to see what I might find. Walked right back home without a decision of where to go. Hmm.
Set out again soon after and caught a bus to the ATM on Broadway, thinking I'd at least walk back to Grand and take pictures of the progress on the apartment house fire site, checking the timing on the return bus at the ATM and thinking I might take the pictures and then still be able to catch it. Missed by minutes.
OK, figured I'd walk downtown rather than walk home and ran into one of the free buses that run between Jack London Square and Grand near Broadway at Webster and so got on the bus and rode to the City Center where I had a fruit cup and coffee at the bagel shop out at one of their tables. Nice weather, not so many people at two in the afternoon.
OK, figured I might as well take a couple of pictures at the construction site at Broadway and 17th, finishing the pictures just as a return bus arrived. I've been lucky in the number of times I've run into a bus just as I was finished shooting. So good. Not much exercise walking, but at least had gotten out and about and not hiding inside.
Back home to then take pictures of a group that had set up a skate board practice rig of some kind that I'd seen heading out, but had the camera in the backpack without enough time when the bus arrived to take pictures. Odd to see, there was a big sign advertising the home delivery of ‘ugly looking’ vegetables and an outdoor grill where they were cooking hot dogs.
Evening. A blurry evening, not up for writing this until the next morning, although I did watch quite a bit of an Inspector Gently that started around eight, skipping the Charley Rose interview that started at the same time. To bed then to start reading John Le Carré's A Legacy of Spies that had arrived earlier in the mail.