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May 26, 2013

What Else?
Sunday. To bed and to sleep reasonably early (no, I didn't read or diddle about, just went right to sleep), up with the alarm feeling pretty good, so off to breakfast taking both cameras to be ready to drive from the restaurant straight downtown and park by the 12th Street BART station to catch the first train of the morning at eight-twenty. Which is what I did.

The train was crowded, standing room only until we got to the Embarcadero station, and even then I was lucky to get a seat. On to 24th to walk the ten blocks along 24th to Bryant where the parade was forming up to then go into automatic pilot mode and walk up, down and around Bryant Street taking pictures.

After about an hour and a half my right arm was telling me not to carry the heavier camera with the telephoto lens anymore (please), so I switched to the lighter, medium zoom lens camera and finished shooting the parade as it was moving out and any desire I might have had to continue. I was tired. Nicely tired, but tired.

A cup of coffee sitting at a table out in front of a small restaurant (no one was inside eating with the parade passing by) having by then taken off my jacket and wrapped it around my waist to cool off. Comfortable enough in a jacket if you weren't running around in the sun, much too warm if you were. I were was.

So, two hours of shooting, a walk back to BART (verging on a trudge) to find a train pulling up just as I exited the elevator, back to the 12th Station and home in but twenty minutes. Nice. We remember them (for as many as twenty-four hours) when we're tired, but everything falls into place like this.

I'm not sure how many of the pictures are worth posting, at least two or three sections worth, so the outing went well. The 24-70mm lens on the D3s lost some pictures when it didn't fire right, the electrical connection from the lens to the camera body, I suspect, as it's happened before. No great loss, but I made it a point to clean the contacts first thing when I got home. You forget. Sloppy. Can't let that happen again.

I'm sure it will take through tomorrow to finish the photographs and post them, more if I'm sensible and don't overdo it, but that's the sign of a successful day's shooting.

Evening. I did watch the Swedish detective series than runs Sunday nights at six, Irene Huss, one I haven't seen before. Frustrating damned episode, this one, but that's probably a sign it at least sucked in the subconscious me. Not overly realistic (to put in mildly), but few of them are.

To bed early tonight. No sore muscles really, but I am tired. Best there's nothing going on I'd want to shoot tomorrow.

Is there anything going on tomorrow? It is Memorial Day. No noon hour demonstrations? No political fires in the night? There might.

Well, then, I'd go out and take pictures. What else?

The photo up top was taken at the San Francisco Carnaval Parade today with a Nikon D4 mounted with an 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.