walk down embarcadero
I don’t remember why we were going down this way, exactly, but this was one evening some time ago.
I don’t remember why we were going down this way, exactly, but this was one evening some time ago.
Note: the following does not apply to those who can’t go to protests for whatever reason; disability, PTSD, the need to avoid the authorities. I’m talking to my able-bodied fellow white folks.
So, this was, what, 3 moths ago? I’m getting more behind instead of less, and that’s nobody’s fault but my own. I don’t have any deadlines, and I don’t have any reasons to rush. I used to try to get the photos out the morning after the party, but now? There’s no rush.
I don’t really do this kind of work as much anymore, I need to get back to it. It’s really rewarding for not a lot of effort; just keeping my camera on me, for the most part. There was an incident which scared me off of it for a while, but that shouldn’t stop me, it’s not my first confrontation. Anyway, next time, some nice candid portraits from a dinner club.
So this must have been three months or so ago, one of the first real warm weekends. I’d just had my eyes lasered, had to wear sunglasses the whole time. The pictures, perhaps in sympathy to my postoperative photophobia, were a little over exposed. Nothing I couldn’t handle in post.