Thursday. Lights out last night by ten to awaken before six to get up and out the door in good order to walk to breakfast on an overcast and, compared to recent days, quite cool morning. No thought to take a camera, although I'm thinking I'll start carrying the Nikon V1 camera with me as it's small enough to fit under a coat when carried with the strap around the neck. Not ready to give up on this carrying a camera business altogether. Not yet.
The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, all three papers in tow, the walk back uneventful with both hands in my light jacket pockets. Got home and charged the V1 camera battery. I'll set out later and photograph the change in gas prices and see how that feels, camera under coat and looking over my shoulder. The damage in these events is the months that follow looking over your shoulder.
Later. Been a while since I've used the V1, but headed out the door around noon, walking to the morning restaurant area and taking pictures of the gas price change and pandorea vine, curious how they would compare with images from the much larger full frame DSLR cameras.
OK, done, back around by the theater over to Lakeshore and the Lakeshore ATM, checking the bagel shop (the refrigerated unit where they display the yogurt cups was still empty) and then back by the Grand Lake theater, wondering what The North Pole was referring to. Doesn't seem to be an upcoming movie.
Home then to process the pictures and go through the manual. The camera is small, the reason I got one in the first place, but it's really funky when compared to the big ones. At least that's my initial perception. But we'll persevere.
Evening. Tired. Checked out Dickensian on PBS at eight along with Charlie Rose, but tired seems to have won out and so to bed.