Saturday. Listened to the news at nine and then went to sleep, awakening at six-fifteen after another long enough night's sleep. Again good, I guess. Out the door on a cold clear sky morning running a little late, but arriving two minutes before the waiter arrived to open the restaurant, unusual as he's one who always arrives early. Cold enough walking, the eyes watering, the nose running, but the attitude good and the head behaving and that's all that counts.

The plain waffle with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast wearing the winter jacket at the table. Not sure if it was just me or if it was colder than usual. Still, comfortable enough in the jacket, taking my time over the papers, up and out the door to now think about the Women's March forming up over at the Lake Merritt amphitheater (across the lake) at ten to set out for 14th and Broadway at eleven-thirty to demonstrate until three. Where should I go? I'm not going to be good for more than about an hour's shooting.

Bright sun walking home behind three women, finally realizing, when I got closer as they were waiting at the traffic light, two of them were carrying protest signs. At eight-thirty in the morning? Heading out early to avoid the crowd? Stopping up the way to have breakfast and then head on to the amphitheater? Then a group of five, all of them carrying signs as they left the parking lot at the base of my hill. Last year's march had tied up the Oakland streets for hours, maybe this one will as well?

Later. Walking to the other side of the lake to shoot the Women's March forming up didn't appeal and so a bus to Broadway and a walk to the City Center to have a turkey with Swiss (no onions) bagel and coffee to wait for the crowd to form up and the march to arrive at City Hall. I'd brought a single DSLR with the 70-200mm lens, not only because I am still afraid to carry a camera visible outside the backpack, but because the sinus-palate was aching and I was feeling more than a little weird. Got worse as I sat and ate that bagel.

OK, over to the City Hall and then the corner at 14th and Broadway to take pictures of the people (more often of the signs people were carrying) as they came off the march. Not the numbers seen last year, but the largest crowd I've seen since, the entire area shoulder to shoulder with (mostly) women (but lots of men) demonstrating. The signs were more original and better than any I've seen at any of the earlier demonstrations. So, pictures. Missed having a camera with the 24-70mm lens, though, as it works better when you're moving through a crowd.

Finally packed the camera into the backpack and walked up Broadway to sit and wait for the bus to arrive at Grand and Webster. I was tired sitting there and thinking, if this is now the norm for photo sessions, they are rapidly going to become fewer and fewer.

Later still. Processing pictures, enough for a web section consisting mostly of signs and placards, but interesting signs and placards. I'd say. And thus has gone the afternoon.

Evening. The pictures are done (well, maybe I'll do one or two more). Spent some time on the tablet and watching television. We'll finish the web section tomorrow.