Sunday. To bed last night relatively early, although I didn't get to sleep until after ten, up this morning at seven and off and back from breakfast around, well, something after nine, who's watching the clock on a Sunday morning except to note I posted yesterday's entry and then crashed for an hour in bed? I talk about late mornings being less than wonderful after what seems to be a good breakfast, maybe it's the breakfast.

Still, up now, late morning, the body seeming to function again, off to the Occupy area in another hour some time after noon. The sun is shining and I have pictures from yesterday to work on. My morning after breakfast nap may lead to another, but we're underway with a good attitude or, if not a good attitude, a black sense of humor to lead us up! Hup! Hup!

And all that crap.

Indeed. The only other choice is some kind of low level dribbling depression, we're not into downers. No we're not. Hup! Hup!

I'll ask you what any of that means after you've calmed down.

Later. A bus downtown at noon. A three hour walk around taking pictures, the camp showing gaps as a significant number of people have folded their tents and left, but still quite a few remaining. I do seem to get better (more interesting to me) pictures with the longer lens. A part of my particular style or the fact I'm not comfortable talking with people to get their trust and permission to shoot what boils down to a portrait where the subject is aware of the lens. My whole impetus is the subject not being aware of the lens. (He says.)

One photographer there was taking pictures of a young woman's tatoos and then taking her portrait, overhearing him say, as he was getting her email address, that yes, they were good pictures as he'd been doing it for a very long time. I understand his method, know in many small ways we all know in how to pull it off, but again I'm looking for something else. Be nice though to travel so light, one camera, maybe a small fixed focus lens. But we digress. I digress.

Lots of media, of course, this possibly being its last day. Small groups of policemen walking about, the sun shining by the time I'd arrived, everyone keeping a low profile and keeping it quiet. Not the weekend crowds of the past.

Lunch over in the City Center, some potato salad and a lemonade. For some reason I've lost a couple of pounds lately (not altogether bad, although I don't want to lose more than one or two more) and I used it as an excuse to pick up a pint of ice cream on the way home to go with dinner. Actually, it and an apple are to be dinner. Not the best diet, although breakfast was good.

Coming back I got off the bus early and took a couple of pictures of the Occupy crowd forming in front of the Veterans Center on Grand, noticing they'd erected some tents off to the side behind a group (not affiliated with the Occupy people) who were having a picnic/event of some sort out on the lawn. Again I'm wondering what will happen when they flush the tents out from in front of City Hall. We'll see. There may be more pictures to be taken.

No way in hell, of course, I'm going back this evening to see if the police will decide to arrive. Leave that for the younger folks, I'm going to sleep.

Evening. Finished creating the web pictures for today's shooting, two sections from the look of them, still have to put the pages together to wrap them up and send them to artandlife. A couple of more hours, maybe a little more, but no less. To bed early. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow which makes me a little jumpy, not for the doctor or the appointment, just the idea of having to fit in the day, an odd feeling for something so simple.