This Week's Lesson
Monday. To bed reasonably early again, awake before the alarm, up, out and back from breakfast on an overcast morning. They're saying some chance of rain later this afternoon, north of here anyway, so the day and maybe the next few days are looking, well, cloudy. Feels like a San Francisco summer spilling over here into Oakland.
Nothing planned other than more work on the Carnaval photographs. A decent lot, nothing out of the ordinary (as in extraordinary), but a decent set of pictures. They'll probably be done by the end of the day, but not after I've gotten in my guitar practice. We're doing a song I know fairly well, but that's the trap. Fairly well isn't what we're after. The term competent has been mentioned. In my nightmares dreams.
Hey, it's a journal, it's a Monday. I'm allowed.
Later. A good long nap to awake and then work on more pictures. We are making progress, but it turns out there are a lot of them. Some few I really, really, like; some much larger number I like, but how much so and should they be included on the web site? Who knows? Not the first time I've had to ask myself this question.
A walk over to the Lakeshore ATM setting out by crossing and then heading down Grand when I heard what was clearly two cars coming together not far behind me. Someone had turned into the left turn only lane without seeing the car right beside and just behind him and they'd obviously collided, the car making the error a beat up old station wagon sitting with its left front wheel at a forty-five degree angle, a new looking white SUV in the left turn lane that had hit it not too damaged, at least from a distance.
I watched the station wagon painfully drive to the curb, the bent left front wheel touching the ground, acrid blue smoke coming off the tire. There's a certain ghoulish aspect in taking pictures of this kind of thing, not why I carry a camera, and so I didn't remove the camera from my shoulder, but turned and kept on walking. Two upset people back there with no need for nosy strangers.
On to the ATM, over the hill on Mandana, a banana, ice cream and lemonade for lunch out at a table on the patio. It had been raining, a very light intermittent almost not rain, light enough I didn't worry about the camera, so there were tables available. Tired. That Mandana hill. A walk back then to the apartment to do more pictures, the number now over a hundred. Maybe a little guitar now, we've had more than enough Photoshop for the while.
Later still. More Photoshop, more photographs, they're not yet close to being finished.
Evening. Nothing on at six, but the guitar is silently sitting in the living room watching me. Time now to say hello, introduce myself again to this week's lesson.