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London Night Reflection
" I had to be quick to capture this reflection in London Paddington Basin, as the clouds were moving fast and there were a few security guards around...I was actually stopped from taking any more pics soon after this one ;-] They said they had been monitoring me, I guess they were bored that night..."
Paddington Basin is an area of Paddington, London named after the nearby canal basin.
The junction of the Regent's Canal and the Grand Junction Canal is close to this point but the basin itself is the terminus of the Paddington Arm of the Grand Junction Canal. It was opened in 1801. Paddington was chosen because of its position on the New Road which led to the east, providing for onward transport. In its heyday, the basin was a major transshipment facility, and a hive of activity.
A consortium in partnership with British Waterways began work in January 2000 by draining the basin.
The basin is now the centre of a major redevelopment as part of the wider Paddington Waterside scheme and is surrounded by modern buildings. It is the site of The Rolling Bridge, built in 2004.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paddington_Basin
London Night Reflection
This is the first in a series of eight shots I took from a bus window while commuting between Manila and the Bulacan Province to the north of Manila. I had a window seat on the right side of the bus and was able to capture some images in traffic. - - - A security guard sits on a small chair outside the gated entrance to a manufacturing plant in Manila, Philippines.
The office foyer of Palacio Postal hosted a Day of the Dead display accompanied by a security guard.
Palacio Postal – interchangeably referred to as Correo Mayor, or the Main Post Office – had its first stone placed 14 September, 1902. The building took five years to complete.
Despite regular earthquakes (the 1985 one caused damage requiring extensive restoration), Palacio Postal has been in continuous operation since its opening day in 1907.
Outside a bank in Uskudar, Istanbul, Turkey.
More in the Istanbul workshop report: www.maciejdakowicz.com/past-workshops/travel-and_street-p...
"Now here she comes
Here she comes.
She's gonna have you at her beck and call.
So why refuse
Yeah
Why contend?
When all resistance is impossible...!"
and here she comes... the security guard:
"I notice you're taking many pictures, why is that...??
???
If you look for all my photo stream you will note that I do not have a lot of portrait or picture showing persons. I do it only when I consider I get something special. This man is a security guard at the Imperial Palace, Tokyo, Japan. Usually they always look straight ahead keeping a serious and livid look. I directed my camera right to him and waited for at least five minutes. I knew that he saw me with my camera... waiting for a good picture. He knew that I was trying to get a picture of him. After a while, without moving his head, he turned lightly his eyes in my direction for half of second and then I have seen his lips moving up a little bit showing me this very delicate smile. Then I got this picture.
Si vous regardez mon album photo, vous allez noter que je ne fais pas beaucoup de portrait ou de photographies montrant des personnes. Je le fais seulement lorsque je trouve quelque chose de spécial. Cet homme est un gardien de sécurité au Palais Impérial à Tokyo, Japon. Habituellement, les gardiens regardent droit devant eux et conservent en tout temps un regard sérieux et livide. J'ai dirigé mon appareil photo vers lui et j'ai attendu au moins cinq bonnes minutes. Je savais qu'il me voyait avec mon appareil photo... attendant le bon moment pour le photographier. Il savait que j'essayais de faire une bonne photo de lui. Après quelques minutes, gardant sa tête droit devant, il a tourné légèrement ses yeux en ma direction pour peut-être une demie seconde,. Alors j'ai vu ses lèvres se relever très légèrement laissant filtrer un très délicat sourire. J'ai capté le moment.
So I was walking around the Fremont neighborhood of Seattle on a warm summer Wednesday night. My girlfriend and I were walking down towards the canal when, across from the PCC (grocery store), we spotted a funny sign. So I pulled out my camera and took a quick shot of it.
Out from behind a planter (seemingly), a diminutive SecurityGuard(tm) rushed towards me, and sternly demanded to know who I was and what I thought I was doing. He made quick work out of my personal space bubble, with eyes locked on my camera, and a hand outstretched. As if by nothing more than the implied authority of his embroidered badge, I must now hand him my camera. I stuck it in my pocket.
He again asked what I thought I was doing, and if I had a permit to take pictures of "the building". I told him no, sorry, I didn't check with anyone. He nodded with widening eyes and a quiet "aha", as if he had just "broken" me into a confession.
My girlfriend thought we were being "punkd" or in the next "Borat" movie. He's just some crazy guy in a Harry Potter outfit pretending to be SecurityGuard, she said. Sadly, after reading of many similar encounters by Flickr photographers, I knew this was not an actual joke. She challenged SecurityGuard and told him we were on a public street, we could take a picture of anything we wanted. He rebutted that we were in fact, on the sidewalk, not the public street.
So I stepped down onto the street, about a meter back. And then I took his picture.
Pounding through the strong vein on his forehead, I think I heard his pulse. SecurityGuard, through gritted teeth, asked if he. had. not. just. finished. telling. me. that. I. could. not. take. pictures. of. the. building. I told him I was doing no such thing. I was in fact, taking a picture of him, who happened to be standing in front of the building. Then I asked him, out of curiosity, where I would go to obtain such a permit. Was it posted in public view, this mysterious permit requirement? (however in hindsight, I realized that any plaque or sign that said something like "permit required to take pictures" would likely be quite heavily photographed.)
SecurityGuard said "Come over here!" in as commanding a tone as he could muster. He pointed his finger at the ground in front of him. I just looked at him, really regarded him for the first time. I towered over him, even from almost two meters away. He was like a human version of a chihuahua; belligerent yet totally unaware of his comparative stature.
That's about when I started to laugh in his face. He asked if I refused to tell him who I was and what I was doing there. I very clearly said yes, I absolutely refused. I tried to explain to him, admittedly loudly, how he had failed to demonstrate any authority or proof of wrong on my part. His aggressive bullying just wasn't effective on anyone who had even a basic understanding of their rights as a citizen in a public space. Nor on anyone taller than 5'4". I had no reason to comply, and suggested that he call a police officer and we could discuss it with him.
Silence. Except for the pounding from his head-vein. Against his demands that we stay, we walked away.
Oh yes. One last thing. The building SecurityGuard was defending against the evils of public photography so staunchly? Even though it had some small street level shops, the primary tenant?
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Why do you like them so much?
Because they stand on a wall and they say, "Nothing's going to hurt you tonight, not on my watch."
I started to take a photo of the Bank of America which had been closed because of the protest and they told me I wasn't allowed to.
I explained I was on a public sidewalk. One of them gestured to an imaginary
line which they said was the Bank of America's property. Even if that was the case, I was a few feet beyond it.
I started taking some photos and they certainly didn't represent the Bank of America in a very favorable way (ie. like complete assholes). And now these photos are tagged Bank of America and will come up in searches.
I then noticed that red paint had been thrown high up on the window. Still, pretty mild compared to some of the Vietnam era protests against B of A.
The best part about being alone is that you really don't have to answer to anybody. You do what you want.
Steam enthusiasts have at least four opportunities a year to ride a steam train in Thailand. These day trips take place on 26th March (anniversary of the opening of the first public railway), 12th August (Queen’s birthday), 23rd October (anniversary of the death of King Chulalongkorn) and 5th December (HM The King’s birthday). Sometimes there are additional trips. Each trip has a different destination. The steam trains are usually kept at the workshops near Thonburi station when not being used. I have been there before to take pictures though officially it’s not open to the public.