I’ve been enjoying the City, Still Life, Abstract section of Fred Miranda lately, so I brought my camera to work today to try to capture some photos like that. I had seen some cool oppurtunities around our building, like a hotel being torn down and a sign covered with graffiti.
Something I don’t run into when taking underwtare photography — or abstract or wedding photography for that matter — is angry goons. When I got to the construction site, I looked for someone to ask permission before taking some pictures, but found none. So I started shooting, living by my usual credo that it’s usually beter to beg forgiveness than to ask permission. After 15 minutes or so, a huge guy in an even bigger truck asks, “Hey, what’s with the photos?” “Nothing, I’m just taking some pictures.” “Who you with?!” “Nobody, they’re just for myself.” “Yeah,” he said, not really believing me.
I made the same mistake 10 minutes later, at the garage near our office building. I looked for someone to ask permission, didn’t find anyone, started snapping. “Can I help you?” “I’m just taking some pictures.” “What for?”
I guess when a nicely-dressed white guy shows up where you work and starts taking photos, that usually means you’re about to get sued.
Anyhow, click below for the rest of the set.