Saturday. A trip into the city to meet, again, some of the usual crew at Harrington's at six. An easy enough jaunt finding a parking space on 12th next to Broadway below the patio in front of Peet's, then a hop onto BART, then a walk over to Harrington's, the head feeling good, the “tiredness” of the day and the day before seemingly gone. Sounds like a setup for Guinness.
Still, three hours talking about this and that, me listening to this and that more often than not, a product of my personality perhaps, this listening instead of holding forth, and maybe the added fact I'm growing older. Not sure. I guess I've most always been a listener. These are people I've known for a long time, no one's making a fuss. I kept it to four Guinness over those three hours before heading home, they staying for however much longer. (Those four setups in the last photograph, by the way, were for another group. I know you believe this because I'm sitting here still alive and writing.)
A couple of photographs at the Embarcadero BART station, I really didn't take all that many photographs, but stood there thinking I'm a street photographer, this comes under the definition of street, shouldn't I be taking pictures?
There's still that kind of unwholesome edge about it.
Well, I didn't run the photographs of the two young ladies with the red Frederick's of Hollywood bags on their laps. Only because they didn't turn out well. I'm not sure there's any titillation left in shopping at Frederick's. You're right, though. I don't seem to think much about it, although I bring it up there to look at it from a slightly greater distance from time to time. Street photography is an old and respected pillar of what is still a very young photographic art, we'll just leave it at that. And continue taking (what in my case are) timid but still intrusive pictures.
I slept in later than usual again although I got to sleep last night on time. The four Guinness were a factor I suppose, although I felt pretty good when I got to breakfast, felt even better after getting home. The sun is bright and clear, the temperature still good, the humidity of yesterday hopefully not to return. I'll walk through the farmer's market later, see what I can see, photograph this and photograph that. Should be quite a crowd.
Later. A brief stroll over to the lake taking a picture or two before returning to the apartment. I'll call this a pre-walk to the walk. A beautiful day, the market in the distance filled with people, nothing enticing, for some reason, about it. So. The head in an odd place, but the attitude pretty good. What to do that's a little different? I'm obviously disconnected at the moment. Life is good, the day is good, it's just there's nothing much travelling between me and the world around me. A day in the life. Many another thing could be happening, my bucko, dealt another hand you'd like a great deal less, so buck up. Take another walk. Farther out. The message for the day is no longer “further”, as in the Prankster universe, but “farther”, as in distance. We'll deal with the more complicated stuff later.
Later still. A walk down the way toward the downtown doing my usual “where to go - what to do” routine. Nothing particularly upsetting about it, just walking along, the sun (again) bright, a cool breeze. My, my, we're not sure where to go or what to do, doodle-dee-do, what else is new?
A bus then downtown, a cup of coffee and a chocolate bar out on the patio at Peet's, a picture of the new flowers planted to replace the old Monkey-Kangaroo Paws (Rest In Peace old Monkey Paws, I'm going to miss you), a walk then over through the City Center, then the City Hall area where they were having an Oakland Youth Choir festival to celebrate what I believe is their thirty-fifth birthday. It looked well planned and interesting, but there weren't many spectators which, I suspect, is something of a bummer.
And so a walk back home, sticking my head into the Pro Arts gallery for a quick look, home now feeling pretty good. Still the old what do I do now thing going on, but so what? I did look around the music store on Broadway, took a look at their electric guitars and the prices. I don't think I've mentioned I've been considering learning to play the guitar, one reason for which, the idea is, well, crazy. Not for the learning, actually sitting down and learning to play the guitar would be just fine, but for the idea I would in fact be willing to put the time in to do it. But we'll see. I might. Another way to spend money, only this time on something other than camera equipment.