Stranger with a Kind Face

Originally uploaded by my.third.eye

A couple of days ago Olivia and I ventured out of Bernal and over to Noe Valley. We walked up and down Church,  Chattanooga and Vicksburg streets, between 24th and 20th.

At one point Olivia tugged me over to this man who was sitting by himself on the curb where the streetcar tracks curved toward Church from 20th and Chattanooga (or Vicksburg, I forget...). She doesn't ever tug me toward just anybody; some people are clearly more appealing to her than others, as was this guy.

He had a kind demeanor, which made me brave enough to ask if I could take his picture. I'm trying to branch out to including human beings in my photos, and it's not at all easy to do. In addition to having to ask people's permission, I'm finding that the limitations of my cheesy little point and shoot camera are more obvious when I attempt such shots. Why that is, I have no idea because I understand next to nothing about the technical stuff.

It's probably a good thing, though, that the "portraits" look like nothing more than snapshots, because it'll push me to get a DSLR camera.  I'm in danger of becoming stuck in a technically stagnant rut with the point and shoot, afraid to venture beyond f2.8, auto, landscape or macro settings.  How dumb is THAT?

I'm writing this as I eat granola from Three Stone Hearth, with raw milk from Claravale Dairy. So yummy and healthy.

Now it's time to trek upstairs to the home office to begin the gargantuan task of dealing with the mountains of backlogged paperwork, bills, accounting, Writing Salon registrations, Writing Salon marketing and PR chores, and probably even moldy food on my out-of-control desk (as well as the entire area around my desk, within a six-foot radius).

The only reason I'm finally going UP THERE to No Woman's Land is that Jack's accountant is coming over this afternoon to work for him for a few hours, in said shared office, and it would be too embarrassing to let her see my half of the space. Ta ta!

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[harlan lewps]

See, sexism cost you some extra work. If the accountant were a man you know he'd never have noticed.