I must characterize the protest a blowout.
Civic Center is only two blocks north. When I got there I saw nothing. No crowd, nothing but people walking purposefully, a few school busses as usual. The green area of the park is closed. I noticed a lot a media trucks at the corner of Colfax and Cherokee, the far corner of the park but outside in the direction of the Convention Center so I headed that way and was intercepted by a thin middle-aged man who approached me directly and said, "I admire your strength."
Jesus, do I look that bad? I said thank you. He latched on. Directed me to the protest. I walked right past it without even noticing it in the distance. He stayed with me to make sure I saw it and arrived safely saying along the way three times he admires my strength and then one last time before departing. (I'm sticking with orange pants this whole weekend. I have three pair. Somehow they compel people to talk to me. I'm certain now it's the orange pants.)
This is what I saw.
This is why we cannot have nice things. Only silly things.
The camera was showing the sky is blown out so I increased the f-stop made the number higher, the lens eyeball more squinted to make the feedback stop flashing, without adjusting the shutter speed, now with less light coming in and the same blink, the blades of the helicopter disappear on all the rest of the photographs. Strange, huh?