Angles

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Hi,

I got in trouble the other day taking pictures in lower Manhattan. I don’t want to talk about it. I was wrong. Building security told me, “No more pictures.” I said “Why?” He said, “Because I said so.” I stepped up into his face and said, “But tell me why?” And he said, “Because I said so.” And this went on with him repeating the same answer.

I kept questioning because he kept repeating the same answer. It was a knee-jerk reaction. Yet it was not the place for one.

Ground Zero was half-a-block away. Afterwards, I crossed the bridge over West Street and took a look at the new construction. I was sick to my stomach. I really hated myself.

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I had taken a few pictures in that spot just before security came, but knew I didn’t have the one I wanted. When I finally saw the angle I was looking for, I did my little dance step that I do before I take each picture, no I don’t, only sometimes . . . Footing is key to taking pics. Posture, too–

I was probably walking around like a madman when security spotted me. It’s weird taking pics, sometimes you know the perfect angle is there, you feel it, but it can be like breaking a secret code. I don’t know much about photography anyway. Probably why angles baffle me.

Bald Punk

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