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Todd.Hanz
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The other day as I was commuting from work I saw a photo-op and thought I oughta finish the roll in the Iskra sitting on the seat next to me. I had two frames left, so I pulled to the median, took a meter reading and fired off a shot. I was putting the camera away when I noticed someone pulled up behind me, it was a local constable. Thinking he was just checking to see if I had car problems, I hopped out of my truck to tell him I was fine...first mistake.
"Whattya think yer doing buddy?"
Nothing, I'm not broken down officer (as I put my hands in my pocket- 2nd mistake)
"Hold it right there, don't move!!! Take your hands out of your pocket very slowly and put them on your truck" (as his hand went quickly to his sidearm)
Sorry officer, my cell phone was ringing.
"Whattya taking pictures of? Powerlines? Why, you think you're some kind of photograher or somethin' ?"
Well, uh.....yeah!
So he took my drivers license and ran me through his computer, he then returned my I.D. and apologized for any inconvienence. He told me he pulled me over because he saw me taking pictures of the power lines, which were connected to the power plant directly across the street. He then explained the relation to the targets of terrorism and the importance of thinking before shooting. I told him I didn't think it was illegal to photograph such objects, he said it wasn't but it was his duty to check me out. I asked if I could take my last frame and he said sure, so I took out the Iskra....
"What the hell is that?" ,"you take pictures with that thing?", "what's that funny writing on the front there?", " say, what's a good digital camera to get my wife for her birthday?".......
Many of these stories are told where law enforcement is considered to be the villan, I'd like to say I am glad to have participated in this scenario. Sure it was a minor inconvienece and it raised my heartrate a bit, but I feel a little safer knowing someone is paying attention.
Here is the picture I took...
Todd
"Whattya think yer doing buddy?"
Nothing, I'm not broken down officer (as I put my hands in my pocket- 2nd mistake)
"Hold it right there, don't move!!! Take your hands out of your pocket very slowly and put them on your truck" (as his hand went quickly to his sidearm)
Sorry officer, my cell phone was ringing.
"Whattya taking pictures of? Powerlines? Why, you think you're some kind of photograher or somethin' ?"
Well, uh.....yeah!
So he took my drivers license and ran me through his computer, he then returned my I.D. and apologized for any inconvienence. He told me he pulled me over because he saw me taking pictures of the power lines, which were connected to the power plant directly across the street. He then explained the relation to the targets of terrorism and the importance of thinking before shooting. I told him I didn't think it was illegal to photograph such objects, he said it wasn't but it was his duty to check me out. I asked if I could take my last frame and he said sure, so I took out the Iskra....
"What the hell is that?" ,"you take pictures with that thing?", "what's that funny writing on the front there?", " say, what's a good digital camera to get my wife for her birthday?".......
Many of these stories are told where law enforcement is considered to be the villan, I'd like to say I am glad to have participated in this scenario. Sure it was a minor inconvienece and it raised my heartrate a bit, but I feel a little safer knowing someone is paying attention.
Here is the picture I took...
Todd