And I am tired. Muscle tired, feet tired, yawning tired, but not particularly dizzy. The ears are popping, but the floor is firm. Need to keep walking to work, I guess, walk ever more never less, exhort myself here ("hup! hup! hup!"), start an upper body exercise program, except the doctors would have to say "do or die" before I would. But I would. If they should. (Too much "do or die" recently. Whatever happened to play and lay on a long summer day? Tequila mornings? Margarita afternoons?)

It is good that tomorrow is not a work day. It may even be good that Oakland is not having its Carnaval parade tomorrow, although I most certainly would have photographed it. Carnaval and Gay Pride have been great sources of pictures, be a shame to miss either one. I was thinking today, though, as I was shooting, shooting primarily women's faces, maybe I should just go with this studio portrait thing and see where it leads. Make every weekend a Carnaval.

I would not have guessed it would lead to this, say, three years ago. I've talked with people at the office and a number of them have volunteered to be photographed (with their spouses, kids and pets) and I'm thinking there are probably enough willing people around to give it a try. I'd still be looking for the same "look and feel" as the images you see on ArtandLife, but creating those images, the circumstances and the skills needed to create those images, would be quite different. I'm not sure I can do it, that I'll have the enthusiasm required, but not sure means I need to try. Me oh my.