I returned to the scene of the crime.  As I monitored the progress of the latest Cop Condominium in my neighborhood, I was again challenged by an officer of the law.  The challenge was actually more of a wrestling match, but I had my own back-up present, so I won the challenge.

Taxpayer Money During A Recession: $12.3 million

What really got me was the complete lack of progress on the police station’s construction.  Maybe the cops in the area should threaten & belittle the construction workers like they do photographers, blacks, homeless people and Norwegians.

So, despite the fact that I was feeling bulletproof from standing toe-toe with a cop and emerging victorious, I wasn’t done for the night,  I found a cannon sitting nearby, so I took an image of it & the moon

This is a very old cannon,  What is a cannon anyway?

Maybe if I had the time to deceive people tonight, I would have PS’d a better rendition of the moon.

Hiding Behind an Industrial Truck So The Police Won’t Interrogate Me

Here is your lesson of the night people:  If you are in America and a Cop detains you, DO NOT SAY ANYTHING without an attorney present!

There are a few things you must remember when using your camera at night, one of them is the mentality of a cop.  This police station is being built right around the corner from current residence of the local police force.  Standing well outside the chain-link barrier, I snapped images of this giant, metal arachnid, all the while noticing that a police cruiser was creeping up on me from about my 5 o’clock.

When challenged by the voice hidden behind a beaming spotlight as to what I was doing, I said I was performing the art of photography.  The arrogant man then asked why I was taking pictures of a construction site at night.  I did not understand what he meant, which is what I told him.  A verbal explanation by my new, spotlight wielding friend made me understand that this particular crime-fighter thought that my camera, which was slung across my body looked like a gun, which is why he was questioning me now.

I politely asked him, “What kind of gun?”

“Excuse me”, he asked?

“What kind of gun is it that you think my digital camera looks like?”

For some reason, this caused him to launch into a typical authority-figure-in-a-no-consequence-environment lecture that was so boringly parental, it caused me to drift off at least twice while I was being spoken to.

Afterward he left & I continued my shoot.  “Viva La Revolucion” was what I shouted into the night as he drove away.  As a non Spanish speaker, I can only guess at what that actually means.  With any luck at all, it means that photography is NOT illegal.

So after that I went and mixed a little bit of flash with a WHOLE LOT of shutter time at a nearby fountain.  This constant flow of water was just what I needed to wrap up my impromptu night-shoot.