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The line at the airport was something to behold. First
it wound through a little rope maze they had erected for just that
purpose. Then it would all the way around the interior of the baggage
claim room and out the corner door. Then it wound along the sidewalk and
down the stairs to the area where the shuttles wait at the Oakland
airport. Hundreds of people waiting in line, many wearing a look of
shocked disbelief. What an adventure:
After arriving, Matthew goes to the bathroom and I grab
the nearest seat, then realizing I am in an empty bar. The mirrors
beckon:
More experiments. I can see behind me that Matthew has
returned:
Matthew's sister is kind enough to pick us up at this
ungodly hour. She fubars exiting the Burbank airport and we take "the
scenic tour" back though the airport:
We arrive at the lunch. Matthew and I have a bet on
how many people's hands I will shake [I think we totaled at 8]. Photos,
introduction, we're in for the works. We eat. Matthew's sister goes
crazy for the Jon Donaire
Mudd Pie. It's an extravaganza:
The deck offers a fantastic view of the lake we would
later walk around (crossing right over that bridge):
I must confess to a fascination with trying to take the
perfect photograph of a duck:
As people are milling out I point my camera at anything
that captures my attention:
Matthew's dad got a space ship [because he's really
into that alien conspiracy stuff] as a gift:
More found objects:
The weather is perfect:
I capture photo after photo of my warped reflection in
the water:
A happy koi comes by to check me out:
I see a duck do a funny thing:
The view of the restaurant as we walked back to it
after meandering around the lake:
I am still fascinated with the ducks [and I took more
than 100 photos today]:
The Bougainvillea is spectacular:
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