Tom dinning
Registrant*
Destination: Adelaide Public Library.
Entry requirements checked. Photos permitted in any area of the library, no flash, photos used for non-commercial purposes only.
So far so good. Besides, the security guard doesn't look like he would cause a great deal of trouble
A few photos in the old section, a chat to the cleaner, the smell of old books.
Please take note of the woman on the right sitting at the table.
After an hour or so I left the old section via the stair well where I was greeted by the aforementioed woman.
"You've been taking photos of me!"
"I don't think so. do I know you?"
"I saw you pointing the camera directly at me"
"you obviously don't know much about photography .. or my taste in women".
"I want to see those photos. I want them deleted"
"Well, that's not going to happen either way, is it?"
"I'll call the security guard"
"Don't bother. I'll come with you"
"this woman is harrassing me"
"No. its the other way around. He's been taking pictures of me".
"Is that true"
"****ed if I know. Its dark in there"
"Show me the pictures"
"All 592 of them?"'
"Er, no just the ones of this woman"
"No".
"You have to delete them"
"No"
"Give me the camera"
"**** off"
"You have to. If you dont I'll call the police"
"Go ahead."
"Show me your ID"
"**** off".
I must admit I did endeavour to explain the legalities to the three security bafoons but realised they couldn't gather enough brain power to breathe twice. The woman was, by this time, a bit bewildered by it all, possible because she had created something bigger than she expected: ie, me just hand over my photos to her.
Christine's comments as we were leaving:
"You really do look like a stalker some days. Anyway, what's she on about. Thinks she's hot or something. Big arse if you ask me"
I can now add to my list of places no longer gaining entry:
Cheers
Tom
Entry requirements checked. Photos permitted in any area of the library, no flash, photos used for non-commercial purposes only.
So far so good. Besides, the security guard doesn't look like he would cause a great deal of trouble
A few photos in the old section, a chat to the cleaner, the smell of old books.
_DSF4366 by Tom Dinning, on Flickr
_DSF4373 by Tom Dinning, on Flickr
_DSF4376 by Tom Dinning, on Flickr
_DSF4373 by Tom Dinning, on Flickr
_DSF4376 by Tom Dinning, on Flickr
Please take note of the woman on the right sitting at the table.
After an hour or so I left the old section via the stair well where I was greeted by the aforementioed woman.
"You've been taking photos of me!"
"I don't think so. do I know you?"
"I saw you pointing the camera directly at me"
"you obviously don't know much about photography .. or my taste in women".
"I want to see those photos. I want them deleted"
"Well, that's not going to happen either way, is it?"
"I'll call the security guard"
"Don't bother. I'll come with you"
"this woman is harrassing me"
"No. its the other way around. He's been taking pictures of me".
"Is that true"
"****ed if I know. Its dark in there"
"Show me the pictures"
"All 592 of them?"'
"Er, no just the ones of this woman"
"No".
"You have to delete them"
"No"
"Give me the camera"
"**** off"
"You have to. If you dont I'll call the police"
"Go ahead."
"Show me your ID"
"**** off".
I must admit I did endeavour to explain the legalities to the three security bafoons but realised they couldn't gather enough brain power to breathe twice. The woman was, by this time, a bit bewildered by it all, possible because she had created something bigger than she expected: ie, me just hand over my photos to her.
Christine's comments as we were leaving:
"You really do look like a stalker some days. Anyway, what's she on about. Thinks she's hot or something. Big arse if you ask me"
I can now add to my list of places no longer gaining entry:
Cheers
Tom