Up after the alarm to head out to breakfast on another sunny but cool morning, the Carnaval Street Fair today in the Mission, the Carnaval Parade itself tomorrow. I've not attended the street fair before, but plan to today. And take pictures.

Later. A nap prior to heading out for San Francisco at eleven, no sign of any germinating ocular events so far. I figured if they hadn't come by eleven, they weren't coming until much later in the afternoon (we do have a history here) when I was home or (more likely) not at all.

Off the BART train at 16th and Mission to walk along 16th to Harrison where they'd blocked off Harrison for eight blocks starting at 16th though 24th. Lots of space, lots of people selling the usual stuff; lots of people, but still I was wondering if there were enough people to support the many vendors who were present. I didn't see the various food stalls selling all that much, although there were people standing and sitting who were eating. Similarly the stages. Musicians playing, but few if any dancing or forming a crowd. Again, I haven't been to one of these before, could just be the nature of the beast, maybe they all come later, maybe they all come tomorrow after the parade.

Anyway, a walk up to 24th and then back, taking pictures, the pictures themselves difficult to find as they are always difficult to find at a street affair where there are no costumed events or reasons for the crowd to dress for the camera. By the time I'd done the round I was tired, the thought occurring it might get in the way of shooting tomorrow morning's parade if I stayed any longer, so a walk back to BART and then on home thinking I'd likely not gotten enough photographs to post an entire section on artandlife.

It's now five in the afternoon and I've finished going through the pictures. There are just enough for a section (if I'm not too picky) and the day has been a success. Plenty of walking, the back a little sore, but that will go away in a few hours. Tomorrow's another day. We'll see if the body decides a night isn't enough time to recover.

You think?

Doesn't matter. We're shooting the parade as long as we're breathing.

Evening. Nothing on television at six, so I finished up the photographs for artandlife. Good. They're behind me. They could have been better, yes, I could have stayed longer and taken more pictures, yes, but such is life.

Nothing on later, no Netflix movies I'm willing to continue watching. My, my. Read again in bed? Two nights in a row? We could give it a try.