p_locascio
125:365
I got ONE chance today.
The LONG version: Camera and tripod are probably 10 feet from the bottom of the escalator. I realize that to take this photo, I'll have to take the escalator up, turn around, wait for a "clear" escalator (the mall was busier than I expected for a Thursday early afternoon) and then slowly ride down. By my own estimations, this left my camera (and two additional lens') unmanned for over 90 seconds. This was a really scary idea.
So I'm standing there trying to get up the nerve to walk away from the most valuable thing I own in a VERY open, VERY populated place when a security guard approaches me and tells me I can't take a photo in the mall. I explain that we don't have a problem then because I haven't taken one... yet. He repeats himself and continues to just stand there, arms folded, face all smirky.
I have a problem with authority. I have since I was little. So I'm not going to pack up my equipment with some stranger standing over me flexing his "authority". So the game of chicken begins. We're both just standing there. He's looking at me, I'm looking at the escalator. He's occasionally repeating himself. (This goes on for at least 3, maybe 4 minutes).
Finally I ask him if he'll guard my stuff while I run up the down escalator and take a photo.
He agrees.
People. I'll never ever understand them.
125:365
I got ONE chance today.
The LONG version: Camera and tripod are probably 10 feet from the bottom of the escalator. I realize that to take this photo, I'll have to take the escalator up, turn around, wait for a "clear" escalator (the mall was busier than I expected for a Thursday early afternoon) and then slowly ride down. By my own estimations, this left my camera (and two additional lens') unmanned for over 90 seconds. This was a really scary idea.
So I'm standing there trying to get up the nerve to walk away from the most valuable thing I own in a VERY open, VERY populated place when a security guard approaches me and tells me I can't take a photo in the mall. I explain that we don't have a problem then because I haven't taken one... yet. He repeats himself and continues to just stand there, arms folded, face all smirky.
I have a problem with authority. I have since I was little. So I'm not going to pack up my equipment with some stranger standing over me flexing his "authority". So the game of chicken begins. We're both just standing there. He's looking at me, I'm looking at the escalator. He's occasionally repeating himself. (This goes on for at least 3, maybe 4 minutes).
Finally I ask him if he'll guard my stuff while I run up the down escalator and take a photo.
He agrees.
People. I'll never ever understand them.