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There are images that should be captured. Moments that feel like they exist to show you something. Beyond just "I wish I had my camera", they have everything coming together, and you can see it all slipping into place, and you know something's going to happen.

That's about what I felt for the above photo. I was just watching a protest coalescing on the far side of the street. I was in a small group of reporters from various media sources. They were all trying to figure out what to shoot next, while I was just thinking that the protest had pretty much run it's course. It would still go on for a couple hours, but the passion and excitement was gone, and people were only protesting because they were there to protest.

And while I'm watching, this black-robed group detached itself from the main body of protesters, and started sweeping across the street. And that was it. I could see this was the image. I took a quick glance around to see how many people I'd have to fight to get space to make the shot. But no one was paying attention. None of the professional media people cared. None of the vastly more numerous public photographers was watching. You can even see photographers in the background of the image, ignoring them completely. And there was an empty spot just 5 feet away, right in front of the smoothly approaching image.

I swung around and pulled up my camera, and cars started driving in front of me. Bastards. And seconds are slipping by, and it's only 4 lanes, and they're getting closer. And then... click. One image. I normally shoot a 3 or 4 shots of anything, just to avoid a blink or a sneeze or... but no. I got off 1 image. And they were gone. But I love it. Contrast, repetition, art, humanity, the unexpected.

This wasn't my most popular shot of the morning. But I like it the most.

Stupid little buggers.

I went to take pictures at the Anonymous protest, yesterday. Anonymous -- if you're unaware -- is a protest movement against the Church of Scientology. The movement's organizers cloak themselves in anonymity to "protect" themselves from the Scientologist's well-documented harassment of any critics. So the protests are generally a lot of people in masks (see: Anonymous) waving signs outside any branch or office of this "Church".

The general things that the protesters are upset about include Scientology's secrecy, their financial focus, questionable physical and mental health practices, their tax-exempt status as a church, and their harassment of former members any just about anyone trying to find out any details about them.

But I had a vaguely bad feeling when I was reading a bit on the local Anonymous chapter's website, here in DC, on Friday night. They were specifically telling their 'members' to be doubtful about anyone who showed up that wasn't part of the protest. Anyone who stopped nearby, or anyone who asked questions, or talked to them in any way, was supposed to be viewed with distrust, since they could be a scientologist "mole". And sure enough, within about two minutes of arriving, and taking pictures from a nearby meridian in the street, (right next to the traffic cop assigned to keep order), I had people looking at me suspiciously. There were plenty of people pointing at me, soon enough. And lots of pictures and video footage including me, eventually. A few of the braver souls eventually yelled across the street that I should have been more subtle... I was too obvious a plant.

A plant for what? I wasn't talking to them. I wasn't getting in their way. I wasn't trying to disseminate my own message. Assume the worst... that I was L Ron Hubbard reincarnate... then what harm was I still causing to them? Are protesters there to be seen or not? Is there any value to being rude to people asking questions, as I watched them do to a couple others, just because they aren't part of your protest? Isn't that why you're there? You will never convince someone who's already hard-line for a cause. You're whole purpose in protest is to convince the people in the middle, who aren't firmly decided. To ignore them, or even chase them off, is just shooting yourself in the foot.

But... also not particularly shocking. The majority of the protesters were -- by appearance -- black block-ers. The people who go to ANY protest, in all black, wearing masks and imagining themselves to be the hard-core true-believers. My biggest problem with the black block, besides the fact that most of them are just obnoxious little pricks who protest because that's what "you're supposed to do", is that they always do it with their face covered. Attending a public protest with your face covered is meaningless. You protest because you want to stand up and say that no matter what the risk, I personally support this cause. To do so in a mask removes any personal commitment, making you a useless twat.

And of all the things to be pissed about -- to choose scientology says just as much about you as it does about them. They absolutely have some questionable practices. And I have a real problem with anyone who isn't open to questions. But in just about every major religion you'll find all the same basic issues as you do in Scientology. They all expect money... (tithing would have you give 10% of your income to the church). Mormons are just as secretive about their buildings and papers. Jehova's Witnesses have difficult and questionable restrictions on medical practices. I don't believe the scale at which the Scientologists do these same practices warrants this special attention. And on the chart of fucked-up institutions and practices that humanity inflicts upon itself, they don't even make the Top 100.

In the end, I don't care what they yelled at me. And if they want to film me, it just adds on to all the tourists' shots I probably already show up in ever summer. And attacking me just for taking pictures of people acting strangely on the streets of one of the main tourist locations in the country makes them no different than the cop who stopped me a week after September 11, 2001 for taking a picture of an empty street. I'm sure the black block will love that comparison.

I took this about a block from my apartment yesterday. I was getting out of the house for a mental break, and thinking that I needed to photograph something for my daily shot. I had just started literally looking around me, when I saw this sign.

Some things never change, in this neighborhood.

Most new buildings in this city actually go as far underground as they do above. Always disturbing to see these gaping holes in the earth, filled with little ant-sized men doing funny things.

Of course they put parking down there. And I'm sure they offer generous storage space, since so many above-ground office spaces are already just used to store boxes. And no doubt they're trying to build as solid a foundation for the building as possible. But really... what else are you gonna do with all that space?

It's now a bit after 6:30 am, and I just sent off some art to the client. I promised them something by this morning, and unfortunately I seem to be better working on this particular project in the wee hours of the day. But I quite like the design, (*knock on wood*), and the payment for the job is pretty good.

This was yesterday's "picture of the day". I took it on my way down to Penn Photo to get some pictures developed. I like it, though I'm having a hard time thus far saying why. It has nothing that jumps out at you. But it's distinctly city, and of a street not yet made up totally of homogenous boxes.

Gawd. It's getting light out. I really need to go to sleep now. I have a hard time sleeping in daylight.

I feel better. I deposited a couple big checks today. And given that it's also the first of the month, which is when I normally pay myself, I took the opportunity to pay off my credit card, which is the only real debt I have. For years I had kept the balance down to nothing, by paying it off every month. (And relatedly, never getting an increase in my credit limit). But early last year, I got hit with a series of expenses, such as needing to replace my old laptop earlier than expected. And while it never even reached $4,000 at it's worst, it still bugged me knowing that it was there.

But now it's gone.

I took that picture above while I was just walking home yesterday. I've been here so long I very easily forget how much there is to this place. Almost any kind of travel refreshes my vision of the city. And I try occasionally to take pictures of that 'bigness', because I know enough people who don't see it every day.