first dinner club

This is a thing we’re doing monthly, just to get together with friends. The menu this time was marinated grilled chicken tacos, and probably something else that I don’t remember because tacos. It was a lovely evening filled with friends.

the next 8 pictures off the queue

So, this may be the last of the random posts. I started using my calendar , so I’ve been doing a lot more sort of structured activities; show up, do something, take some pictures, and go home. Usually with drinking. It would be thoroughly impossible to get done all the stuff I’ve done in the past month without it. A toolbox for my time, wherein I get organized and can do more. And ignore it when I need to.

The photos: starting with a lunch walk int and out of North Beach (where we sometimes go for pizza). Hipshot and then not. That last one, the “I want to believe in myself” patch, I want that patch. Then, a woman walking away from the montgomery bart, walking in front of the waste ground that used to be a parking lot. It may be again, some day. Then there are the photos of Adam’s birthday, him and Annie and then Adam and a friend in the second frame. And then a wall of flowers that I found somewhere. Some day, I’ll figure out how to make captions work here, and all of these little descriptions will just go next to the photos. until that day.

street photos, street fair

Playing catch up as usual. This is just the next 8 photos off the stack; the ones from the street are from some indeterminate afternoon a month and a half ago, and then there are the photos from the Alameda Art walk. Of course I had to take a photo of the “No Photos” lady. Sometimes I can’t help myself.

Times Square and going home

So, the last thing that happened that day, after the museums, after a nice dinner of Thai food, I walked back to my hotel through Times Square. I was tired enough at this point that half of the things that were happening didn’t even register. I shot just sort of habitually, automatically, but I’m glad I did.

Then, I plodded back to the hotel, slept, and spent two days at a hacker conference that didn’t have much to offer me. There was a nice 2-hour interlude at the Met Breuer, to see the Diane Arbus exhibit, which was super interesting. There was a clear delineation between the early and the late work. Like, you could see pieces, themes, motifs that would coalesce in the later work, but it wasn’t there. Then, suddenly, something clicked, and the pictures went from really good to better than anyone else ever. (My pet theory is she got a medium format camera and a light meter, but I have no evidence apart from the aspect ratios and grain structure of the different periods).

After the conference, I took the ferry to Brooklyn to grab brunch with a friend, and then went to the airport to catch my flight. The flight was over clouds until roughly Utah, which was too hazy to really see anything. Then, just as we were circling, there was a break in the clouds, and I could see the whole bay below me, welcoming me home.