We did basically nothing all day, but it seemed to keep us busy enough.
Around sunset we were out and, though the sky wasn't being particularly photogenic, took some pictures along Broad Street. We schlepped the tripod along and took some long exposure shots. Some guys walking by were very adamant about not getting their picture taken.
"Okay," we said.
"Really, I do not want to be documented."
"Fine. Look, I'll turn off the camera. Just go along."
"I do not want to be documented."
"Okay."
"I'm just a panhandler, trying to sell booze and cigarettes and I don't want to be documented."
"Oh." Do we seem at all interested in taking his picture? Or in buying a swig of his booze? No.
Eventually they moved along. When they were partway down the block, one of them turned and said we could take a picture now. I wanted to tell them that we had a zoom lens, but we just told them we were done. Then he tried to sell us cigarettes.
172 words | August 11, 2006 11:41 PM | Shutterbug