Later. A bus to Broadway at 20th and the entrance to the Oakland Pride Street Festival at noon, probably too early to find the largest and most interesting crowd, but again, I'm always too early; no way, it seems, to straighten that out. Did the same thing last year.

Over two hours of walking up and down Webster Street where they'd blocked off the traffic, lots of people, although fewer than there were last year, probably as many crowding along the streets themselves, but much fewer gathered around the music stages, which was too bad as the acts and the music were good. Such is life. Over two hours of shooting, though, without getting very many photographs. Luck? The smaller crowd? The photographer? Probably all three (between you and me).

Still, tired, but not all that tired when I left around two-thirty to catch a bus back to the morning café for a late lunch, arriving just as they'd closed their kitchen. OK, a pastry, ice cream and a lemonade outside at one of the tables, not looking forward to walking the half mile or so back home to the apartment. A long day, but a decent day I'd say.

Three or so hours working to put the photographs up on HereInOakland, we'll do the conversion necessary and put them up on artandlife tomorrow. A long day taking the pictures and then the hours in Photoshop.

Evening. Some guitar, but not enough guitar. I had another one of those rice, mushroom and string bean entries, more because I had one in the freezer than anything else. Some symptoms of an ocular migraine coming on as I was posting the pictures to HereInOakland, so to bed. Early. To get some sleep.