July 17, 2018:
Carnival. Street parade south of Market.
Gorgeous! Brown skin, green feathers, orange feathers, purple feathers. Bare breasts and Brazilian rhythms. Lovely.
Someone I know leads a percussion ensemble. He's a client and, at this time, I think of him as a friend. He soon disabuses me of that false assumption. Today he's playing parade snare while his drummers drum and his exceptionally beautiful half-Dutch half-Indonesian girlfriend paces her dancers behind.
I don't remember this day. Apart from the beauty of the women I vaguely recall sunlight and manually focusing my Nikon F3. At that time I was very high.