Sunday. Lights out, both the bedroom lamp and my lights, out early enough to awaken at a quarter to six and turn on the radio to lie and think about getting up, driving to breakfast and then leaving early in time to park downtown and catch the eight-twenty train to San Francisco and the Gay Pride Parade or, as it's now called, the LGBT Pride Parade. I was having second thoughts, as I now almost always have second thoughts, unless the affair is close to the apartment.

Anyway, packed up but one paper, the Chronicle, thinking I'd have just enough time to read it before leaving and arrived this sunny morning to meet the two waitresses who'd pulled up and parked beside me a minute after I'd parked the car. Read the paper and waited on the plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries I'd ordered. For the first time in as long as I can remember the kitchen was running late.

Ate the sliced fruit, didn't manage to finish the waffle, didn't photograph the drop in gas prices because I was carrying the long lens camera in the backpack and I was running late. Drove to BART, parked after discovering there was quite a bit of construction going on downtown blocking many of the parking spaces I've used in the past and ended up waiting for a ten minutes late train.

Are we all upset or what? Sounds like you're complaining.

I'd say more watching all this unfold. Fought the idea of going until I was actually going and then things fell into place inside the head. Standing room only on the train, but wasn't tired and so got off at Montgomery Street to find I should have gotten off at Embarcadero (we'll remember that for next year's parade if we're still in shape to go), had coffee and a cookie at a Starbucks and then took pictures for an hour and a half, leaving some twenty minutes before the parade was to start.

I seem to have gotten two, maybe three, sections of candid portraits, what I'm after at all of these events, and headed home starting to feel just a bit light headed. Not physically tired, but had a dizzy spell walking to the car in Oakland, happy to see the car windows intact when I climbed inside and drove home. Done. Success.

Later. Watched golf, processed pictures, drank two cups of tea and just generally piddled away the afternoon. The usual not sure whether the pictures are any good or not thoughts, but that's always the case. Sometimes they are, sometimes they're not, maybe there's no way to tell.

Evening. Half watched the two rerun episodes of Elementary before heading to bed to read the two papers I'd left behind this morning as well as more of the Seymour Hersh book. Didn't get all that many photographs processed, but did start the new web pages and so we'll tackle them with more energy tomorrow. He said.