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This One’s for You, A*****e

So Josh and I were hanging out in a parking lot, near a sweet little 1/2 mile walking track. We’re laughing and taking pictures:


Josh was doing figure 8’s and I was experimenting with long exposure:


Just as Josh was finishing up a few tight laps, a white car slowly approached us: Security. Great.

And it went a little something like this:

“Is this private property?”

“Yeah, you know you’re not supposed to be taking pictures.”

“Um, no. I didn’t, Is it private property?”

“Have you been taking pictures?”

“Well…yeah, of him,” I said, pointing to Josh. “Is the grass and walking track public, or is that private too?”

[No answer. Again.]

“You know I could take your camera if I wanted to?”


And then he went on to tell me how much control he had over me (etc. etc.) and didn’t like my “bad attitude” (get in line, dude!) and that he (again) could take my camera away.

Good grief- I really have had it with men who want to control a woman because THEY THINK THEY CAN. It’s absolutely abusing one’s “power” because he has a gun and a government vehicle.

I went over to the gazebo, stuffed my camera in my bra and dared him to say another word.

“Josh, can you pick me up over here please? UNBELIEVABLE,” I said, standing a few feet away. I was beyond pissed.

And just so you know Mr. Security dude, I DID take pictures of your building.

And this one’s for you, a*****e:

And there’s more where that came from:

The same location:


ImageI even drank your melted snow- barefooted:




And some of the Indiana Army Ammunition Plant (which is strictly prohibited to explore, I might add):





And some of the kids:



And for the record, there was this one security guard that works with you. He stopped me one day in the winter time as I parked my car in your parking lot. He asked what I was doing and I told him I was taking pictures. I asked him if it was alright if I took some shots of one of the old buildings. He said, “Sure.” I ran all the way there and back, as I knew I needed to hurry, and I did that to be considerate.

Everything worked. See?


Get a clue, douchebag. <<<<<<<<—————–

14 responses

  1. yvo

    hahaa. love your photos. love the ‘tude. geez what an ass. but yes nothing wore than an asshole with a gun. and a security badge. I’d say best leave him to his miserable swarmy existance. Wow you got some great shots. B you are a camera magician. what you pull out of your camera is miracluous. xxx

    May 21, 2014 at 4:10 am

    • I think it’s a case of SPS (small ***** syndrome- I’ll let you fill in the blanks ;0) and I can always tell when a man has to compensate for his “shortcomings”. Sounds sexist, but I can give you so many examples where that’s been true. Ugh.

      Thanks. :0) I think trespassing brings out my best too. Hehe…x

      May 21, 2014 at 6:27 am

  2. wow, I am SO glad that you kept the camera safe – this is an awesome series!

    May 21, 2014 at 7:04 am

    • Thanks! I can’t count the times I’ve run from security- ugh. Thanks for checking it out. ;0)

      May 21, 2014 at 7:07 am

  3. these are all amazing photos, thank you for taking them and not listening to that idiot…you give someone a position with some authority and they think they rule the world and it totally goes to their head. put it this way… the guy is a loser and harassing people is probably the highlight of his day..very sad indeed. good for you for standing your ground.

    May 21, 2014 at 10:14 am

    • Oh definitely. I just got a call 10 minutes ago from his superiors. I reported him. They’re going to investigate and get back with me. In short- his ass is grass. Glad you like the pics. 😉

      May 21, 2014 at 10:54 am

      • that’s great to hear and good for you reporting him and not being quick to let it pass, we need more people like you out there standing up. the photos rock as always.

        May 21, 2014 at 11:40 am

      • Thanks. :0)

        May 21, 2014 at 11:59 am

  4. Ugh, I can’t stand that power trip thing that emasculated men get when you give them some semblance of authority. We have security guards like that at the hospital who routinely chased people off the grounds before I had this job. Now they just hand out my card and photographers or curious people can set up a time to take a tour through me, huzzah! It’s not that hard to be a decent human being.

    May 21, 2014 at 9:42 pm

  5. Love your pictures, but hated to hear about the encounter with the security guard. I was going to guess you were at the ammunition plant…what a huge piece of property. What’s there now that shouldn’t be photographed…it’s a relic of a bygone era?

    May 23, 2014 at 10:50 am

    • Exactly. I think it’s hovering around the bottom rung of minimal importance, but it’s the guy’s whole world, seeing how it’s the one place he believes himself “powerful”. Guh. I’d love to get into the INAAP (legally) and actually have access to photograph the insides, with leisure. The place is gorgeous. Old defunct labs with vines and things growing up around the chairs through small cracks in the floor. Photo ops at every turn! If you know of any old places in Louisville like that (that I might possibly be able to photograph), by all means, clue me in! :0)

      May 23, 2014 at 4:31 pm

  6. This whole situation makes me want to rip my face off….soooo you are bored and you just want to f*ck with someone that you think might be weaker to throw around your authority? It’s the whole intimidation thing that is so frustrating I am however that you got some AMAZING shots out of chaos great art…nice way to stick it to the man 😉

    May 25, 2014 at 7:32 pm

    • I know. I think some people seek out authoritative positions in these lines of work just so they can feel big or special. They hide behind a “bigshot” persona because underneath, they feel inferior. He was a real ass…heheh. Thanks for stopping by. ;0)

      May 25, 2014 at 8:31 pm


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