Sunday. So, up at seven, on the first BART train of the day at eight-thirty, arriving at the Carnaval Parade as it was well into forming up at nine; back on BART at eleven-thirty, home before noon feeling tired, my friends, feeling tired. A lot of walking, a lot of shooting with my mind on numb (the earlier pictures are better than the later pictures and, as a group, not as good those taken at earlier Carnaval Parades I'm afraid), home to bed for an hour's nap but feeling better now that I've had a late lunch at the usual café listening for a while at the table to their weekly Sunday jazz combo play. No complaints, but some thought my photographs are indeed in need of change, something else needing to be injected into the mix, and it is clear it would be better if I did more walking every day to prepare for these three hour marathons so I don't fall down (and damage a camera).
Lots of photographers running around as the parade was forming up, one or two packing what looked to be Nikons with an f 2.0 200mm lens, which I would like to pack one day myself as I happen to have one, but which I don't (pack) because the lens alone weighs enough to make your arms tired by just looking at it. Perhaps I'd best actually go outside with it attached to a camera and confirm my impression. Is it really that heavy? It seems to be hefting it here in the apartment. I've seen others packing it over their shoulder clanging together with other cameras, but they're generally younger, stronger and crazier. Well, crazy: they're photographers.
Later now. NASA has just announced the Phoenix has landed successfully on Mars. The old, once thought of becoming an engineer in me, is happy to hear they believe its made it and that it will be sending back what may be fascinating information these next ninety days. Adds to the feeling of well being, now that the feet don't ache anymore and I've had a dose or two of the almost works pain medication. Maybe a glass of wine to introduce myself to the evening, watch the rest of Ang Lee's Lust, Caution that arrived from Netflix yesterday. I understand there are some steamy sex scenes. Feet up on the ottoman, a glass of wine, steamy sex on the screen. For a day that started fast, foot-sore and furious it seems to be coming to a civilized end. Here in Oakland.