– Item 1. Teacher of first grade class asked permission to use photographs from the web to give students stimulus for drawings. Hopefully I’ll get to see what the kids came up with next week.
– Item 2. There were a bunch of people out this morning taking pictures of the snowstorm. Mostly with point & shoots. I was on third ave. under an awning. Just waiting / hoping something would happen.
One guy did yell at me because he thought I was taking his picture (which I wasn’t). “Don’t put me in the frame.”
– I’m not.
– Well it looked like you were.
– I wasn’t.
– Then how come you were pointing the camera wherever I went.
– Just chance I guess.
– Well so long as I’m not in the frame. You shouldn’t take pictures of people without their permission anyway.
– Whatever you say, sir.
– Can I see what you took pictures of?
– Why not?
– Why not… because I don’t feel like showing them to you. That’s why not.
Of course this is an idiotic conversation but it happens now and then. Main thing is to size up your potential opponent and he was skinny and well-dressed, and I just couldn’t imagine he’d want to get his nice suit ruined in a scuffle.
I put the camera to my eye and continued to take pictures. No, not of him, but of whatever caught my eye and then he knocked on the window of the diner (that was closed) near where I was standing. I hadn’t moved and so could hear the conversation. It was something about his desire to get a takeout menu. The guy in the diner said they weren’t putting the menus out because they’d get soaked.
But did they have any dry ones inside that he could have?
No. The diner guy didn’t know where they were.
Long pause while paranoid menu seeker thinks it over, and then he turns and goes to hail a cab which is impossible in this weather. Nothing is working out for him. A guy in a dirty yellow parka might be taking his picture. He can’t get a menu. He can’t get a cab. So now he crosses the avenue and disappears into a Korean Deli (open 24 hours). He walked out a few minutes later with a supersized bouquet of flowers that he can almost hide behind and tries to get a cab from the other side of the street. No luck. The flowers aren’t wrapped well and are drooping.
He must have walked into frame of one of the point and shooters (using flash) on the other side of the street, because now I see him talking to this high-school student guy who had been taking pictures of third ave. in the snow when I first came downstairs. And the guy with the wilting flowers is yelling at the student. I can’t hear what he’s saying, sort of a high squeaky voice, but I see him gesticulating.
I’m guessing that he wants to see whether he was caught in any of the shots because he’s trying to get the camera away from the kid, and he makes a grab for it and drops the flowers in the snow.
The kid grabs the camera back and gives the guy a push – just a slight push – and the guy slips in the snow and falls on the flowers. The kid with the point and shoot walks off with some of his friends who have come by to see what was going on and the “don’t put me in the picture” guy with the now crush and wet flowers has become the center of attention. He slips again while trying to bend over to pick up the flowers and almost falls. Regains his balance.
Now he heads back to my side of the street and crosses while traffic is coming up third, and he almost gets hit by a car which swerves so as not to hit him and at that point I do put the camera to my eye but just miss what could have been a great shot because when the first car swerved, it causes another car to switch lanes and there’s almost a second accident.
Anyway – the whole thing was pretty strange; and as I say – I’ve really only come across one or two people who were willing to get into something physical because they thought I had taken their picture, though I did once have a cop called on me for taking a picture of an apartment building. It’s always the stuff you just never expect that turns into something.