I’m about to head up to Washington today, for the first time since the big September 24 protest. Depending on the weather, I hope to get some outdoor photo sets today.
Meanwhile, it’s funny… the day after the September 24 protests, Mom read in our local paper (I believe it was The News Virginian) about how a group from Augusta County went to the big protest. I believe the group was the Augusta Coalition for Peace and Justice, which participated in the protests at the Augusta County Courthouse that I spoke about in August (and which I could not attend due to being on vacation).
Mom wondered why I didn’t go with them and instead did my own thing. I simply replied, taking a line directly from Dangeresque on homestarrunner.com: “I work alone, except when I work with Renaldo – which is all the time.”
Besides that, I was also participating in the World Bank protest, which the local group didn’t participate in.
Still, I do normally work alone, and it works out.
Meanwhile, the first-DC-trip-after-a-big-protest trip always feels strange to me. I’ve been thinking about it, and I think it’s because my last memory of DC is a very large event where my DC routine gets tangled around and such. There’s also a very vivid memory of a large event still fresh in my mind. And then for the first trip afterwards, I’m again taking just my little camera bag instead of the larger backpack that I use for protests.
I don’t know. It’s a strange feeling. Still, I love it.