The call came in around 9:30.

It was Meade, telling me to get my ass to a bookstore for the Harry Potter consumerist madness. I finished my drink and walked five or six miles with the camera. Porter was pretty busy, but Harvard had three stores selling the book. The square was closed to traffic. It was madness. I used a milk crate I found to create a level surface on top of the square's domed bollards and started dehumanizing everyone with long exposures. Occasionally, tiny college students asked if they could pose for me. A bum demanded that I give him a dollar and then take his picture. I didn't. Then I went home.

I shot ArtBeat yesterday and may make it to East Boston for the last night of Italia Unita tonight...