I think this phase of journal and street photography is finally closing. I made the decision to pay the price (dork! dork!) and carry a camera wherever I went some five years ago. Even what I assume to be strangers seem to notice if I don't have it over my shoulder. Nobody's hit me over the head and stolen it, no one's followed me home (and hit me over the head and stolen it), but, you know, you get a reputation as a weirdo when you sit down at a table with people and start taking their pictures. (I've been considering a career with Homeland Security. They're big on people's pictures. Head shots, mostly.)

This marks my 1,126th entry since I officially started the journal in October of 1998. Add another twenty if you count the stuff I wrote in the first half of that year. That's a lot. I suspect I don't want to write many more, not in their present form. For those few of you who have read along this far (and there are one or two of you), I'm thinking of parking the journal for a while or, at least, not posting as often and try something, if not new, then different. From my constant complaining, you know I have not the vaguest idea what, but I know how to start: Do whatever and check for light. Follow the light. I think I'm better at it at 60 than I was at 20, but that's not saying much.

I promise to write something nice for a last entry, when it's time for a last entry (and it is not time), but for now, maybe, a little breather.