There InFriday. One doesn't learn, does one? A night celebrating Mr. S's retirement with the usual crew, a night starting at the oyster bar in the Ferry building in San Francisco, ending for dinner at the Cliff House where I managed to forget my shoulder bag (with a wide angle lens and strobe light inside), twisted, I seem to recall, on various wines and liquors. Forgetting the shoulder bag with strobe and lens. Hmmm. A message from somewhere? Sure. What the hell. Call the Cliff House tomorrow. See if I dodged that particular bullet. Didn't leave the camera, anyway. Not that far gone. Pretty far gone, but not that far gone. Here in Oakland. There in San Francisco.
The photograph was taken at the San Francisco Gay Pride parade with a Nikon D2x mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 Nikkor VR lens at 1/160th second at f 5.6 at ISO 200.
