On a regular basis I get stopped on the street for photographing..taking a picture…or look like I’m taking a picture. Usually it’s one of Boston’s finest, or private security. A couple of years ago, after continued harassment from the MBTA and South Station security I asked the ACLU to look into it. Seems a bit Orwellian to me, but I’m paranoid. They (the ACLU) were very accommodating, but in the end, nether of us had the energy to pursue it. I probably should have, it’s not too late, what we took for granted before September 11, 2001 is slipping away.
But to be fair, I do look pretty threatening. Especially with 20 pounds of back braking, toe tapping camera equipment, hanging around my neck. A shirt, tie, cell phone, occasionally comfortable shoes, trousers, etc. I often mistake myself for a terrorist, especially while shaving. And when I’m feeling especially bold, I’ve actually photographed myself while looking into a mirror….it’s downright traumatic.
July 17, 2008 at 4:36 pm |
again i love the humor . you’re the best!!
July 18, 2008 at 1:36 am |
Thanks Edie!!