[Journal Menu]

[Home Page]


[100 Books]

[Other Sites]

Here In Oakland

Art & Life


February 10, 2020


Monday. To sleep reasonably early. I think. Pretty much. Awoke at five-thirty or so to take my time getting up and setting out for breakfast under clear relatively cold skies, the moon interesting enough sitting over the apartment complex heading down my street to attempt a picture, dialing the exposure way down, but still coming up with a blank bright disk. Which I suspected would be the case. Need to take a picture with a camera on a tripod and merge them together in Photoshop if you want to get in any of the moon's detail. Still, a decent walk, arriving before seven to find the restaurant open and people inside and so settled in at my table and started on the papers. Not a bad start.

The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Haven't had that in a while. Finished the papers around nine to walk home, taking a picture of the flowering trees (I want to say they're Cherry Blossoms, but I'm clueless on such things) now that it's light enough in the mornings to grab my attention. I've been thinking I must be walking both to and from breakfast in the mornings staring at the ground, completely missing noting the trees as they've been blossoming. Silly me.

On to snap another picture of a flower in the sidewalk planters, of three bicycle riders at the Grand Lake theater light and then of a traffic sign on its side, snapped at its base. I couldn't see any other damage to the pole or the attached signs that indicated it had been hit by a vehicle and wondered if it could possibly have been blown over by last night's wind. No wind gusts this morning walking to breakfast before seven, but the weather people had forecast the wind ceasing by seven.

On by the Palm trees by the school. They'd cleared out all the palm fronds at the base of the trees at the end of last week and so these had been blown down yesterday and last night, and so we had indeed had strong wind gusts as high as sixty, seventy miles an hour in the Oakland hills. A picture of a Lyft scooter by the lake, of a car parked along Euclid on today's no parking Monday (a parking monitor's car out of the picture as I snapped the photograph) and another selfie in the lobby. A good walk, lots of pictures.

An uneven group of pictures, starting with that washed out photo of the moon.

Yes, but they do keep me amused. Some say life is good if it keeps you amused.

Later. A nice sunny day with a high of seventy degrees that arrived in the early afternoon and so I naturally spent the time watching stuff on the tablet and on television. Thought about at least getting out to pick up something for lunch, but wasn't hungry, so nothing to report.

Evening. To bed after eight, lights out by nine-thirty. Looking at the battery charge down in the fifties on the tablet it's clear I spent way too much time watching this and that this day and now into the night.

The 2017 San Francisco Chinese New Year Parade taken with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR II lens.