I had just stepped out of the subway station when my cell phone rang. It was my father. I saw on the news that there are protesters gathering in Manhattan. Be careful getting home. OK, Dad. Thanks for letting me know. Ill be careful. I put my phone back in my pocket, reached for my cameras and felt the weight of them on my neck as I slipped their straps over my head. I adjusted my camera bag on my hip, turned the collar up on my old green army jacket, and took a deep breath as I faced the mass of protesters in front of me who had gathered in the chilly night air at Union Square.