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December 1st, 2006
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Times Like These
Friday (last week). An excellent Thanksgiving with Karin and Jimmy and friends in Sacramento. The drive over took three hours in stop and go traffic, but it was a straight no problem drive back later in the evening. A couple of glasses of wine and my iPod plugged into the car's sound system smoothed the road. One or two cars that drifted back and forth in front of me piloted by people who'd probably not stopped at two suggested to me what I probably look like after a heavier evening. One does not, after all, want to couple a heavy duty evening with a ninety mile drive unless one is, you know, delusional. But I wander. I often wander.
Friday (this week). My, my. Just like that and a week goes by. It was announced two IT vice presidents were cut loose today, one not a surprise (although I'd made a bet he'd survive) and the other, another photographer unfortunately, more so. My guess is that many of the people currently reporting to them will begin to get their notices over the next two weeks for reasons that sound solid except I'm often wrong. With any luck, of course, I'll be one of them. It's considered bad form to want the door, the theory being you can only reliably get the package if you deep down don't believe there's one coming with your name on it. Best to keep your mouth shut. But this brings us back to the wandering thing. I have a personal theory about Mind and its need to wander. Aids the art; aids the life. Important to support your art and life in stressful times. Boy-howdy.
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The photograph was taken at my morning cafe in Oakland with a Nikon D2X mounted with a 17-55mm f 2.8 Nikkor lens at 1/60th, f 2.8, ISO 500.
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