A Classy Act
Sunday. Up relatively early after watching my Japanese soaps last night, breakfast at the usual place, a drive downtown to park the car and head for the Gay Pride Parade on BART. Interesting to see I had some issues with parking on the street maybe a block and a half from the place the car was vandalized Thursday night. The place I parked is right at the edge of Broadway with lots of people about, even on an early Sunday morning, a place I've parked on a Sunday morning many times in the past, but there was a little voice or a little something, maybe not a voice, that wasn't altogether happy with my choice. Such is life.
Anyway, a ride over to the Embarcadero exit on BART carrying two cameras, one with what I consider my normal zoom telephoto lens, another with a wide angle to normal zoom, one camera body able to back up the other should it fail. Two are heavier than one, yes, but no big deal this morning for two hours of shooting; tired enough when I was done, home now futzing with the pictures.
A nice aside: The Dykes on Bikes staff were all wearing identification I.D.'s in plastic sleeves showing they were indeed staff, but they all had the Dykes on Bikes promotional poster reduced to post card size displayed on the opposite side inside the plastic. My, my. One of the staff asked me, as she was asking everyone, to get out of the street and back on the sidewalk unless I was press, was I press? Well no, but I was the photographer who took the picture she was wearing around her neck. I suddenly found I had access to anything I wanted, which was nice, while still being just another photographer taking pictures to anyone in the crowd. The Dykes on Bikes have been quite gracious, more so than required, in the credit they've gone out of their way to give me for the photograph. A classy act.
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