Sunday. Lights out at ten to awaken officially at six-fifteen, although I remember looking over at the clock at five and then again at five-fifty. What the hell, we'll log it as a good night's sleep. Drove to breakfast to arrive three minutes before the first restaurant worker arrived, so not so bad. Ordered the Eggs Benedict with country potatoes and coffee for breakfast, wondering if it would have any effect later on the head in a bubble business, the weight on target and so not a factor in the decision this morning.

Read the papers, took the usual pictures on the way to the car and drove home, no thought to go by the supermarket, as the How Weird Street Faire starts in San Francisco at noon, and I wanted to get this and a couple of other things done before I set out to photograph it.

This will be a little more adventuresome than yesterday's trip to Jack London Square.

I've been wondering about that. It's a short walk from the Montgomery Street BART station, but the fact I'm wondering at all makes me think maybe we may indeed be dialing these outings down.

Later. A slight boxed-in, don't go outside feeling as I was writing the above, but lied down for an hour and the world seemed to come back together and so a bus to BART, BART to Broadway at Montgomery and then on into the How Weird Street Faire with the big Nikon mounted with the 70-200mm lens weighing a ton. Well, an hour later, weighing a ton.

It wasn't weighing a ton.

It seemed a bit heavy and I used that to talk myself into leaving after somewhat over an hour. From the looks of them I may be able to scrape out two sections of photographs if I bite my tongue on the last one or two. Still, a decent outing, although they're not getting significantly easier or better, the head in the bubble business isn't going away. Still, it's not so bad there won't be outings to come.

Evening. Processed pictures through the rest of the afternoon. Didn't get two sections, but did get one, although I wish the quality had been better. Slowing down on the outings affects not only the time spent shooting, but the quality of the shooting, my ability to see a shot or my energy in going after one. But then when have I not said exactly this same thing every time? Life goes on.

Watched the two Elementary episodes, more to take a break from the photo processing than any great desire to watch them again, watched the 60 Minutes that followed with an interesting piece on a nature photographer who took his pictures in bursts of what seemed to be dozens of shots at a time. I don't do that, perhaps a holdover from my film days, and have always said you generally hit it, if you're going to hit it, on the first shot and not those that may follow after. A different game in needed for sports and running cheetahs though. Harder to catch.

We're babbling again.

Been a long day. We'll check in again tomorrow.