Walked downtown today from my West Highlands home–2 1/2 miles– with my backpack loaded up with camera, three lenses, water, Advil, Imodium (just in case). I wore a long-sleeve shirt and my Australian bush hat (avoiding carcinomas), and ended up in Civic Center Park. That’s where the riots are supposed to be. Right? Well, this is what I found.
But, where were the riots? Dang!
So, I turned around and walked back home. Yes, 2 1/2 miles back to West Highlands.
Not that I wanted riots. But, hey, I gotta get some good pics. And, what makes for a better pic than a good old-fashioned riot.
Methinks this admittedly historic event in Denver is, to this point, quite a ho-hum affair.
But, we’ll see. Maybe I’ll head downtown tomorrow and the next day. There’s gotta be a riot somewhere!