Puhlman
This is what happens when you hike to get that, not just good but, great perch
During the summer 2011, a weeklong outing to record the Sunset Route (specfically the Lordsburg line) in southeastern Arizona was indeed productive.
One morning, I set out to photograph the original (eastbound) main through the former station of Chamiso, AZ. Before departing my vehicle, asked the property owner who was returning home in his pickup (toting a long rifle mounted high on his rear windshield) if I could have his consent to hike. He affirmed my request if I dared to assume the potential risks. Immediately after conquering the intended vista something out of place caught the eye. I spotted these Federales Americano (thank God they were Dept. Homeland Security) before they spotted this photographer. The public servant on the left took about two minutes to hike up to my staked position and made contact with me. Our exchange was short and cordial. He later mentioned that they were tracking a group of migrants led by a guide and that they had good intel that they were within five miles of our vicinity
Moral of the story is two truths. First, ask the proprietor for consent before passing. And lastly, don’t take for granted the safety and rule-of-law (specifically our uniquely American rights) that exists in the land of the free.
This is what happens when you hike to get that, not just good but, great perch
During the summer 2011, a weeklong outing to record the Sunset Route (specfically the Lordsburg line) in southeastern Arizona was indeed productive.
One morning, I set out to photograph the original (eastbound) main through the former station of Chamiso, AZ. Before departing my vehicle, asked the property owner who was returning home in his pickup (toting a long rifle mounted high on his rear windshield) if I could have his consent to hike. He affirmed my request if I dared to assume the potential risks. Immediately after conquering the intended vista something out of place caught the eye. I spotted these Federales Americano (thank God they were Dept. Homeland Security) before they spotted this photographer. The public servant on the left took about two minutes to hike up to my staked position and made contact with me. Our exchange was short and cordial. He later mentioned that they were tracking a group of migrants led by a guide and that they had good intel that they were within five miles of our vicinity
Moral of the story is two truths. First, ask the proprietor for consent before passing. And lastly, don’t take for granted the safety and rule-of-law (specifically our uniquely American rights) that exists in the land of the free.