I had to back off shooting photos for a few days while I waited for a new pair of glasses. I was happy for an opportunity to pick up my camera again this weekend during a fast trip to Little Tokyo. I shot this on 1st street. My wife and son were walking ahead of me and in no mood to stop, so I did what I normally do and shot anyway.
Later, as I composed a photo in front of a building and waited for a pedestrian to walk through a patch of sunshine, I had a little nutball trouble. I shot a few people and had started looking around for something else to shoot when a lady yelled at me. She wanted me to stop taking her photo. She was loud and insistent. I denied shooting her photo (if I had it was incidental) and asked if if she would like to see my take. She responded by calling for security.
Let me set the stage. I’m sitting on the steps of the Geffen Contemporary at Moca while my wife and son were visiting a craft show inside. I’m alone under a shade tree shooting architectural shots with a professional looking camera while using pedestrians as filler. In a sense I am killing time. It’s almost noon, the light is horrible, and I’m in a wasteland of concrete dullness. I honestly think that I am a magnet for nutballs. The lady persisted for a few minutes with nobody heading her call. She eventually left after calling me a fat visual terrorist (a great name for a blog). I moved on too. There was this Lomo Arigato catering truck that was calling my name.
