Petitions might not change the world, but silence is more than deafening, it’s devastating. Ceasefire Now.

On days when I know that I will be walking home, I try to lighten my backpack a little. One of the sacrifices yesterday was to leave my camera at home. Such a bad choice to make.

While on the bus, I saw a lone man protesting. He had a white cloth sign, displayed for the traffic near the parliament building:

War on terrorism? War is terrorism.

Further along the bus line, percussive noises took over. Wellington Batucada was performing downtown alongside a small contingent of costumed dancers in support of Amnesty International’s Make Some Noise campaign. Quite a few cameras did come out while I was watching. I’m hoping to see one or two of the pictures appear in the Wellington Flickr pool

Finally heading to the gym after the samba stopped, I saw a couple kids drinking on the footpath alongside the waterfront, obviously people-watching. I’ve always been taken by the idea of watching the watchers, and a picture of the dude in white would have been great against the darkening backdrop, pointing his beer at some random chick.

Needless to say, my camera is with me today.

The morning fog spilled over the valley into the oncoming sunrise. The harbour waved back at the sky. The value of morning is found in patience.