Saturday. Lights out by ten (or so) and awakening at five minutes to six. Good. Up and out the door without any problem, the sky overcast, but warm enough, although the eyes were watering more than not. Anyway, a picture on the way just because.

Your morning pictures have a certain mind numbing similarity to them.

We've came to grips with that long ago, no need to bring it up.

Two days in a row now for oatmeal with toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. More because I just wasn't interested in anything else on the menu than any thought to watch out for foods on the ocular migraine to be avoided list.

A walk home, still quite overcast, happily surprised by a pleasant woman waiting at the bus kiosk with a “take my picture!” request. Thanked her for that.

A demonstration in Berkeley later at three I'm thinking of photographing. Fifty-fifty, I suspect, the chances, I'll go, but fifty-fifty isn't bad.

Later. Checked the bus schedule. It turns out my local bus goes right to the location of this Sanctuary demonstration in its other Berkeley direction and so my chances of going just jumped. Unless it rains. It might.

Tired, though, thinking maybe I didn't really get that great a night's sleep and so lied down on the bed to zone out for well over an hour, getting up finally at two. Twenty minutes until the bus. I'd packed the camera with the long lens in the backpack earlier and so both cameras were ready to go, but thinking do I really want to go out with all this gear?

Later still. Substituted a single camera that's both lighter and smaller and still covers most of the wide angle to telephoto range for the first two, headed out the door and caught the bus with two minutes to spare. A half an hour ride to MLK Park, a farmers market breaking up in the street beside the park as I arrived. Just a few people forming up in the park that grew to over fifty, but well under a hundred when a group entered from a church from across the street.

Maybe half an hour or more taking pictures. Not really enough people in the group to continue shooting and so walked to the downtown Berkeley BART station just two blocks away and took the train to the Oakland 19th Street Station, missing a home bound bus by three minutes. Hi, ho. A walk to the ATM on Broadway and then a walk home, stopping by the burger drive-in for a grilled chicken sandwich.

Evening. Processed pictures. Not a whole lot, not good enough and not enough in total to post to artandlife, but still, one or two worth saving. Tired, though. From the trip to Berkeley? Lack of sleep? Whatever. To bed early this evening, see if we can't strike a better set of sparks tomorrow.