Thursday, November 30, 2006
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
I brought this turtle back from Oaxaca, not knowing then that it was meant for growing chia sprouts, but now I try to remember to plant it in the winter. I'm going to photograph the process each day, see what I get. I have to do it early in the morning before the light moves away from the one window I can use.
I needed to get Sibyl some fresh food in Lafayette; they were all out. I planned to spend a few hours in the Oakland Museum; it was closed. I had a few other errands to run before meeting Leah at the Paramount Theatre to hear Jared Diamond speak, but they'd only take a few minutes and now I had five (5!) hours to kill in a place where it is still true: there's no there there.
I hung out in a strip mall on Pleasant Valley Road after driving by the Grand Lake Theatre, hoping there'd be a movie I could go to (nope), testing low-end models of DSLR cameras, buying a Safeway sandwich to eat in the car, blah, blah, blah. It got dark and cold while I tried to read, waiting, waiting for time to pass. I'd already driven by the Paramount so I already knew it sat in an urban wasteland, nothing whatsoever nearby, not even a Starbuck's!!!! - only a sad Sears department store, where the clerks spent their time talking to each other, ignoring the one or two other people in the entire huge place.
Finally, the Paramount's doors opened and I went in - and what a spectacularly opulent Art Deco palace it is! I'm glad I stuck it out, it was worth every minute of my wait. Leah was already there so we visited until lecture-time.
Jared Diamond was Jared Diamond; he didn't say anything new or have anything too optimistic to add to the conversation about how the planet is in dire straits, etc., but it was interesting to see his comb-over in person. The audience was 99.9% white and mostly of a certain age. Weird.
So the day ended well, especially when I remembered to move my car across the street so I wouldn't get a ticket this street-cleaning morning.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
I woke up at 05:30, ready to ride and it's way too early to go out, also pretty darn cold out there. It's supposed to rain later this morning and I'm hoping we can ride the Tiburon loop before it hits. I'm taking my rain gear and going out anyway whether any other Velo Girls show up or not.
Besides, I made the pumpkin-pie custard and then I ate it all in two days. I'd best work it off before it settles in for good.
later. . .Nine of us braved the weather, and we did get some weather. Very wet, very cold. The only hard part was getting out of the hot shower afterwards. Good, fast ride.
Since I've been home I've reworked this old image by rescanning the 4x6 print into .tif format and working it to match the original colors as much as possible, without losing the oranges. One of these days I'll have to read the manual, see how it's really done.
Friday, November 24, 2006
. . .listening to Robin Williams being interviewed by Terry Gross on Fresh Air, laughing again at the story he tells about Jonathan Winters, who, when asked if he had anything to say for himself as he was brought down, naked, from the top of a tall mast on the schooner, Balcultha, said, “Never land alone.”
The sun is shining and I’m off to ride the city, see what I can see, then bring home eggs so I can make pumpkin-pie custard. (No crust; I’ve lost my 'muffin-top' midriff and want to keep it that way!)
Thursday, November 23, 2006
There's nothing on televison, my Netflix DVDs don't interest me and I'm tired of reading. I went out every night last week and now I guess I'm suffering withdrawal, stay-at-home blues. Wish I had some pumpkin pie. . .
Since I’ve been home I’ve been talking to family and friends – something about a holiday, we all check in with each other. I don’t like sitting around and focusing a whole day on food, but I do like, no, I love, pumpkin pie. I’ve been known to make one and then eat it all at once. Well, it’s too warm to bake and I don’t have any eggs, anyway.
It's interesting that the bridge shadow appears at such a different angle, depending on where you stand. In the one with the fog taken a month ago, I was closer to the North Tower. I like it best of the two. (Both taken on the fly with my small camera.)
(Click to enlarge - back arrow to return)
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Now I’m doodling on everything: shopping lists, symphony programs—but, so far, not on good paper (been busy). This #3 (.80mm) point is ideal for cartooning. . .
But I procrastinate, it's time to put them to better use.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
This photo is of Yvonne - I have over a hundred more to process. So many marvels, so little time.
To view a slideshow of selected photos, click here.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Most Saturdays I ride a bike around the waterfront to check out the sights, ending up in different places each week. Thinking it must be cold—it’s nearly December!—I wore padded wind tights and two layers on top. It was over 70, so I was quickly too warm, but didn’t mind since I could ride at my own pace and stay cool.
As I rode along the piers I saw a dredger pulling up black mud and stopped to watch for a while. A tourist from Australia wanted to know where to find bike shops and we chatted, but I only figured out a few Down Under words here and there.
Next I stopped at the Officers’ Club in the Presidio to see an exhibit before it closes, and was so glad I did: the cameraless photos of Robert Buelteman were so astonishing that I called friends to come see them before they’re gone.
By then I was hungry and headed for El Toro Taqueria on Valencia at 17th St. for my favorite Super Vegetarian Taco. It's always the same, it’s always different, depending on who builds it. Today’s was again super, if a bit heavy on the shredded lettuce.
And then, right across the street, I slowly made my way up Clarion Alley, photographing the murals and the people passing by. At a glance, I have about 60 images that I like—but what can I, what will I do with them all?
But the real topper was finding The New Yorker in my mailbox with its cover of the Republican elephant being pulled off a pedestal like Sadam in Baghdad, the White House in the background; it made me laugh out loud!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Every few days I look at one or two of the photos from that trip, in no particular order, and work them so they'll be usable here.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Yesterday I bought a small box of Jelly Belly Sours on impulse. Big mistake. Unlike chocolate, which I can easily limit to one piece, these tiny sweet-sour jelly beans are intensely addictive - to the point where my tongue hurts from too much sugar. This is all that's left of the box; I'll finish them off any minute now.
I’m waiting for the winter rains to sort through it all and decide what to say about the trip. I find it harder to write about good times—that vocabulary is so prone to "it was really, really beautiful" and “Wow!”It's supposed to rain tomorrow.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Before I quit printing, I went from using high-contrast, grainy Tri-X to working Ansel Adams' tedious zone system, of which this is an example. The photo of my daughter, Jill, as a witch on Halloween (see 10/31/06 below) is an example of the former.
And I'm not sure why I'm looking at these now, or why I'm putting them here, except I've begun working - struggling - with pencil and paper again, with black and white. It's much on my mind.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
We stopped at the bakery in Tomales, and then just turned around and - with a nice tail wind - rode back to the car.
We kept remarking how great a ride we were having - no traffic, nice pavement, my new shoes and new saddle position - and a good workout on the rolling hills.
We stopped in Petaluma for a Smoothie and sat in the afternoon sun (yes, it did appear).
Nice. Very nice.