To breakfast and back, a bit cool, but the sky is clear and the sun is shining. Should be a good day in San Francisco. We'll wear a light jacket over a long sleeved shirt. Should be enough. The cameras are packed and we are ready. Hup.

You figure out pretty quickly what it is you need to bring with you when you're out shooting. Not unlike hiking I'd think, what you finally decide to pack with you that's (really, really) necessary and what you learn to leave behind. You bring all kinds of crap in the beginning that you quickly discover you don't really need at about mile marker three (if memory serves).

Later. A lie down and then a nap for about an hour, awakening or, if not awakening, then coming out of the ozone confused with some ocular symptoms. Light ocular symptoms, but like a light LSD trip: there are still mountains to climb. This marks three of them in the last two days, again not as strong as they've been in the past, something you can rationalize away, but strong enough to make you sit (or lie down) and forget about going anywhere or doing anything until they leave.

So, overcoming any thoughts of blowing San Francisco off, I headed out and took a bus to BART and then a train to the San Francisco City Center, arriving just after noon, the Asian Heritage Street Celebration well underway and crowded. I'd decided to add a sweater along with the light jacket, thinking if it got too warm I'd pack both into the backpack when I removed the long lens camera and that's how it transpired.

I never know if any of the photographs turned out. I counted enough when I went through them for a complete additional section, some twenty-one plus images and, true to form, I'm not sure (now that they're finished), if I like them. Such is this life.

Anyway, that's how the afternoon has played, everything eventually falling into place, any hesitation brought on by the ocular event having totally dissolved by the time I'd returned to the apartment.

Evening. They've starting running a series they've run more than once before at six. I watched the first of the two one hour episodes they ran this evening and skipped the second. No need to put myself through that again. So maybe some guitar now before we go to bed (early).

I'd stopped at a coffee shop in the middle of the street fair feeling a little tired and drank two bottles of Snapple lemonade, a (small) glazed donut and a piece of cake in two separate orders, the first evidently not enough to get me out of their chair and back out shooting pictures.

Not the best choice, a donut, the cake, but it screwed the head back down tightly enough to allow me to continue. I'm still fencing with those three three extra pounds I've gained above the one-sixty, so we'll think about dinner and then (undoubtedly) eat something ridiculous.