Saturday. Another cool, bright, sunny morning. Up just after six with the alarm, to breakfast and back by eight. Today there's a Cesar Chavez parade-celebration being held in Dolores Park in San Francisco and I'm a bit curious to see if I'll put it together and get over there later. Probably not, but you never know. I'll have to figure out exactly how to get there, how much energy that might entail. Which I'll do now, come to think of it, as it starts at ten. Nothing else closer by? My, my?

Later. When I talk about photographing the Cherry Blossom Festival, I always mean the forming up of the parade scheduled this year for next weekend, I've not photographed the festival itself which starts in Japantown the week prior until today. So I set out: a bus, then BART to San Francisco, catching the 38 Geary to Japantown to spend a couple of hours of wandering around shooting pictures. Well, an hour of those two hours was spent having lunch at a Korean restaurant where I've eaten before during similar Japantown events. And I'm tired. Yes I am.

I was wondering if the double vision and other symptoms might make their appearance during these late morning, early afternoon hours they seem to prefer, but not an trace of any of that. Again, not enough pictures, not enough of the miserable eighty or so I managed to take to extract a new page for artandlife, although given a little time I may talk myself into liking some of the marginal photographs more and put them up. Still, a good day, more ambitious than I thought.

Back now at the apartment with a sore muscle or two, but clear headed and feeling reasonably good. We'll see how it goes the rest of the day, see if I get it together to sit and get in a decent guitar session, see if maybe a short nap (about now) might not pick me up.

Later still. That nap helped, the muscles seem placated after the earlier running around. We'll take a look at those pictures again and see if we can talk our various selves into the idea there's twenty of them worth adding as a section to artandlife. Or, dear Lord, maybe go back again tomorrow and shoot more to fill them out.

They really are not all that good and if you want to put together a full page you'll have to go back tomorrow and shoot.

Well, hell. Tomorrow. Miles away. We'll leave it for now and think about it, well, tomorrow.