I bought that 135mm lens as soon as I looked through it and saw how close subjects appeared. Not just physically close, but unobtrusively close. The comfort of distance allowed for off-guard, people-being-themselves images. So when this fairly naive east coast transplant left his SF apartment and headed down hill to Market street, camera filled with Tri-x film, the sounds of a parade gave unexpected promise for a day of image making. I had never heard of a Gay Pride Day or Parade, but that day, images did not need to be made, they were there for the taking. These are all from that 1979 parade and festival at City Hall.