Castro Street, San Francisco, Easter
April 28th, 1999

This Time Exposure Stuff
So tonight I'd better look at the manual on the timer shutter release for my Nikon. This night photography class is coming up day after tomorrow and I'd better get off my duff and just do it rather than flipping through the manual as I'm driving across the bridge to San Francisco Friday afternoon. I've gotten to know me a bit over the years and a little kick in the butt today will save me grief tomorrow.

Another "better" night's sleep last night. I slept straight through to One of the Sisters 5:00 this morning, but I was able to nod off again until 6:00. The face and the teeth hurt, but that was because I'd been putting pressure on them with my head buried in the pillows. Take a hot bath, lie back, do a leisurely shampoo, take a pain pill, get ready for work. OK. I wasn't worth much by early afternoon, but that's all right, I just slid through by doing a lot of worthless mind numbing stuff I could do in my sleep, but necessary stuff none the less. Home by 5:00, fix dinner, kick back, turn on the computer, start writing the journal and wonder what sort of pictures I still might have hidden in the binders.

The Cinco de Mayo Parade is coming up, either this weekend or the next (I hope the next) and the Carnival Parade is due sometime around the end of May. Not sure what else is happening, but I ought to generate plenty of pictures and get ahead of my journal curve. Time to try some radical stuff, like concentrate on images that are in focus with some reasonable depth of field. I've been using this equipment long enough now that it's starting to make sense and I'd kinda like to see how these pictures may change for the better now that I'm near the 2nd anniversary of my return to photography. I say that, I write that, I look at that, but am I going to do it? Pictures in focus? With the correct film? Might. Good month to do it after these braces are off. One week from tomorrow, dear lord, one week from tomorrow.

Noticed one or two more journals that seem to have gone out of business. Maybe it's Spring. Stirs the soul. Makes you want to get out. Talk with people. Get a tan. I wonder if they tend to start back up again in the Fall.

Go read my manual. Figure out this time exposure stuff.


 
The photographs were taken on Castro Street for the "Sisters'" block party last Easter. They depress me a little bit. Maybe just the teeth and the lack of new pictures in the queue.

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