It's a matter of taste, I suppose
Two transport cops stopped and questioned me a couple of minutes after I shot this.
They wanted to know what I was doing. I showed them what I had shot, and one cop asked skeptically, and rather patronizingly, "Why would anyone take a picture of a blue light? That's a pretty weird thing to do."
"I guess you're not a photographer," I replied.
The dick head then tried to claim that I shouldn't be shooting because it was dangerous. I pointed out, though, that at no time while I was shooting had I stepped off the platform or even so much as put a toe over the "stand behind this line" line.
I could tolerate the cops asking what I was doing, I suppose, but the dick head cop was just stupid about it.
They took my name. And I left.
It's a matter of taste, I suppose
Two transport cops stopped and questioned me a couple of minutes after I shot this.
They wanted to know what I was doing. I showed them what I had shot, and one cop asked skeptically, and rather patronizingly, "Why would anyone take a picture of a blue light? That's a pretty weird thing to do."
"I guess you're not a photographer," I replied.
The dick head then tried to claim that I shouldn't be shooting because it was dangerous. I pointed out, though, that at no time while I was shooting had I stepped off the platform or even so much as put a toe over the "stand behind this line" line.
I could tolerate the cops asking what I was doing, I suppose, but the dick head cop was just stupid about it.
They took my name. And I left.