But I'm glad I went. They come but once-a-year, and in other ways it seemed important for me to get my fat ass out there doing stuff. I started in the usual way - stairs up to Coit Tower. It's a reliable bathroom stop. Then the Canadian Snowbirds were starting, so I rushed down to the waterfront, somewhere behind the restaurants at Fisherman's Wharf. I settled in on the edge of the Herbst Pavillion pier, just outside of the railing. With my vietnamese #6 sandwich in-hand, I was ready to enjoy the airshow.
You know those movies like Top Gun, where the instructor is demonstrating with a model airplane? That's what it was like, watching these stunt pilots. Toy planes that they can make it do anything. It is amazing, like how one can suspend a plane vertically and spin it like a weather vane. All around me were photographers with big glass. I saw a shot, I hear shutters click. I remembered to bring binoculars this time. I always forget...
There were other stuff going on. Open studios at Fort Mason. I had some wine & cheese, because you're supposed to have that with art. And this at Chrissy Field:
