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Here In Oakland

Art & Life


September 25, 2017


Monday. Awoke at six-twenty this morning after I guess was a decent night's sleep. Up to get ready to head out the door on a Monday, the day the East Bay Times doesn't arrive; except it did, right there at my front door. Not sure if they're planning on delivering now for all seven days of the week or not, but nice to have it there. Clear skies, they're saying sun and a high in the low eighties later. One thing about the memory glitches, I can't remember if that's unusual or not, although we always found it true that it was warmest here in the spring and in the fall, cooler in the summers.

Had the oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, taking my time over the papers. Too much going on out there in the world and it's hard to tell if one of them isn't going to come back and bite you, what with this flip-city of a president and his vaudeville routine.

A good walk home, the attitude decent, the head together. Nothing on the schedule, but nothing on television either, and so we'll probably come up with a reason to at least to get out briefly for a walk. Lunch, maybe, after a not overly large breakfast. And there are still yesterday's photos to finish and a web section to post.

Later. More time with the Folsom Street photographs. I've done enough of these now not to be surprised by the thing itself, but continue to realize I have no idea about many of the realities that evidently exist unknown to me out there. I've lived a sheltered life. Not sure that's altogether bad. Anyway, processing more pictures and we'll be completing them early tonight.

Evening. Finished the photographs, created the web section and posted it to artandlife. Good.

Watched enough Father Brown at seven to get an idea of the story line. Less good. Dumb.

Yet you watched.

Yet I watched. The Vietnam War now at eight. I'm wondering if I'll last the hour and a half. I must admit watching the Tet episode yesterday made me rethink where I was when it happened at the end of January, 1968. I was thinking I'd just arrived in Korea rather than when I was seven months in country. Missed the continuous news coverage they'd had in the States. I don't remember watching television at all in Korea, if it was even available.

OK, half an hour in they started showing Nixon speeches. No way I'm putting myself through those again. Too much history there with Nixon.

The photo up top was taken yesterday at the San Francisco Folsom Street Fair with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.