This was the shot I was really going for, I love taking pictures of lots of shades of gray in color. But when I walked over to take the shot below a little guy came out to stop me.
He was kind of an icky guy, but that could have been simply because he was trying to prevent me from doing something I wanted to do. I was mad at myself later, because if I hadn’t reacted, and got all annoyed, and had instead made an attempt to be nice to the guy it probably would have been fine. Or fine-er than it was. But as it was he got on the phone to either the cops or his mob bosses to report me. I laughed because it had the feel of running to mommy. “I told her to stop taking pictures and she didn’t!” But it was a fake laugh, a forced laugh.
Here’s a pulled back shot of the whole structure I was photographing. There was a Department of Sanitation sign. I’m not sure what the problem was, and the photo-guard wouldn’t tell me, only that it was private property, which didn’t seem like it could be true, it looked like City property and that’s when I thought, “sanitation … mob …”