Sunday. Well, yesterday seemed to just dribble off into wherever last night, to bed early to watch a movie on the tablet and then lights out to get to sleep at a decent hour. Awoke briefly at five-thirty, but back to sleep before awakening again an hour later. Off to breakfast on a cool overcast morning. They're saying cloudy, but no rain, the temperatures up into the low sixties. Which means I have no excuse not to photograph the JeSuisCharlie rally later this afternoon in San Francisco.

And will you?

The camera batteries are charging as we, um, write.

Later. My only question in leaving was should I have added a sweater under the jacket? The sun appeared for the first time just as I was getting ready to go and so I left the sweater. Comfortable all the way to the San Francisco City Hall, comfortable while shooting, comfortable all the way back to the apartment. Didn't think to drive to BART, for some reason, something I've routinely done when heading out on Sundays in the past. Running on rails, I guess: the eyes a bit dim, the mind but minimally responsive.

Anyway, arrived forty-five minutes before it was scheduled to start which allowed me easy access in photographing individuals wearing and carrying signs, the crowd forming and in place by two, a few hundreds of people and not quite the thousand they were saying on the evening news. The difficulty in moving through the crowd made it harder to photograph people's faces and so I'm glad I'd arrived when I had.

The short ceremony at two-thirty that consisted of one minute's silence followed by a reading of names of those who had died. No sound system, very informal, organic, quite different from other gatherings I've photographed. I, tired, decided enough was enough and headed back. Enough pictures for a section on artandlife (by the skin of my teeth), but one is enough and makes the day OK.

Evening. Home to work on the pictures and posting them finally to artandlife before ten. A long day, but a pretty good day: the head clear, the sinuses quiet. To bed now, though. Ten is bedtime.