It was an early Saturday morning about 7 o'clock when I pulled up on the final day of shooting. As I was grabbing my gear to walk through the area, a car pulled up behind me. A guy with a female passenger--both too well-dressed for this time of day--started throwing out a series of questions. I fielded some questions and threw out a couple of my own. He was the person responsible for the protection of the facilities. He seemed defensive when I mentioned that our area is going to change and I wanted to capture our history before it was too late. "Oh it is, is it?" He went his way and I mine. After another swig of coffee, I marched along the sidewalk wondering what I'd capture today.
