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June 11, 2018


Monday. A decent night's sleep to awaken at five forty-five and take my time getting up to set out for breakfast on a bright, sunny and reasonably warm morning, at least not much in the way of watering eyes and such. Arrived too early just behind a guy delivering baked goods to the café, but then, just as he'd tested the door to find it locked, the waitress turned the corner at the door and so I entered without breaking stride. Some days are like that, the more the better.

The two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee breakfast. Read more than I wanted about the current state of national and international affairs, finishing relatively early at eight-thirty to set out for home, the new lens on the little Nikon 1 camera. More cumbersome than the other lens I've been using. No comparison though with the big DSLR's.

Nothing on the schedule for the day, the Warrior's parade tomorrow for something to look forward to photographing. Feel like taking a nap, still some of yesterday's ‘tiredness’. Not sure what that's about.

Later. A day spent watching stuff on the tablet and not much else and so best we not say more.

Evening. More tablet, the battery down to a thirty percent charge. Maybe a record. Thought about getting up to take a look at a Father Brown episode starting at eight, but, remembering my frustrations with watching the damned thing in the past, decided against it and stayed in bed.

The Oakland Sex Workers Protest taken with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.