March 12th, 2018


March 11--Three faces and a tulip

I put the clocks forward at about 8 pm the night before last, and went to bed early enough that I awoke spontaneously at about 5:30 yesterday morning feeling fully refreshed. Malida, on the other hand, went to bed at 2:30 am, after ignoring the clocks and watching Thai soap operas. She declined my invitation to wake up early and go to the farmers market. So I went by myself.

I spent more than an hour at the market, buying two big bags worth of produce, talking to people, and taking pictures.


Allie, the musician who plays bass at the farmers market. We talked for quite a while about all sorts of things. I took a bunch of pictures. I did a hand shot too, but it didn't turn out the way I wanted it to, so it stays unpublished. His eyes are two different colors.

nut girl

A girl working at the stand where I buy my mixed nuts. I thought she had an absolutely lovely face and smile, so I asked if I could take her picture, and she agreed. I like the hat too. This is the first time I have seen her at the nut stand. Usually it's a couple of bearded guys.

I came home from the market and woke Malida up again, and after she was ready we headed down to the Bay Area to have lunch with my dad. We had lunch at the usual place--The Fish Market. The planter boxes outside were full of blooming tulips.


Lunch was good--I had a crab and shrimp louis salad and Malida and my dad both had crab cakes. It was a nice visit. No pictures because my dad hates having his picture taken.

After we parted ways with my dad, we decided to go somewhere and walk before heading home. We chose my favorite cemetery in the Oakland hills. I have been going up there since I lived in Oakland in my early 20s. It was a nice day, and there were plenty of people out walking, jogging, reading, and whatever.


My favorite angel. I can't count how many times I have photographed this. I have a framed print of it having in my office at home. I love his expression. It's as if you can see through the rock all the way back to the young model, bored with sitting still for the sculptor.

We walked around for about an hour, then headed home to leftovers and more Thai soap opera.

stone carver

The hands of a stone carver, engraving a grave marker, Hanoi Vietnam.
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