Vacation pictures

I’ve uploaded a selection of photos from my trip to Anchorage to two places: a few shots of friends and family to my flickr album, and more shots of Anchorage and the surrounding area to the family photo gallery. A few more will be coming soon, I just have to do some work on them first — Anchorage’s scenery really lends itself well to panoramic shots, so I need to do a little work splicing those together before they go up.

iTunes “Battle Flag (Radio Edit)” by Lo-Fidelity Allstars feat. Pigeonhed (4:00).

New toys to play with

Y’know, it’s really hard to get anything useful done when I run across all these nifty new toys to play with.

First up was Flickr, an online photo sharing website. I’d actually poked around with Flickr a few months ago, and it didn’t impress me enough to come back. They’ve made a lot of upgrades to the service over time, though, and something finally prompted me to take a second look tonight. I must admit, I’m fairly impressed — impressed enough that I’ll probably finally take down my all too neglected photoblog, and stick with Flickr for a pesudo-photoblog. To that end, there’s a new item in the sidebar, just underneath the linklog, that will automatically update whenever I post a new image to my Flickr page.

One of the new features that sold me on Flickr is their RSS keyword integration. Each photo that is uploaded to Flickr can be assigned an arbitrary number of keywords, or ‘tags’ in Flickr-speak (for instance, the only photo I have up at the moment has the keywords ‘seattle’, ‘bumbershoot’, ‘fountain’, ‘kids’, and ‘children’). You can search for tags on the Flickr site, and then subscribe to an RSS feed for that search. I’ve set up four subscriptions in my newsreader (bumbershoot, seattle, anchorage, and alaska), so anytime anyone uploads a photo to flickr with one of those tags, I’ll see it pop up in my newsreader. Quite nifty.

There’s also a ‘blog this’ functionality that is supposed to allow you to instantly post any photo you find on Flickr to your weblog (which is where the previous entry came from). I’m not sure how often I’ll use this, for a few reasons. The first is simply that when I tried the test post, Flickr returned an error telling me that the post failed, though it later showed up on my weblog — not sure whether this was a Flickr issue or a TypePad issue, though. Secondly, Flickr-generated posts come through with no categories set, and me being obsessive about metadata, I’m not terribly thrilled with that. Lastly, there’s the simple aspect of appropriating other people’s photographs without permission (is permission for a picture’s distribution an implicit — or even explicit — part of the Flickr community or license agreement?), which I’m not sure what I think about just yet.

The other new toy for the night is the public release of the ecto 2 public beta. I’ve been using ecto as my weblogging client for a while now, and ecto 2 is a major upgrade to the application. Most of what I’m seeing I really like, though I did immediately switch off the ‘WYSIAWYG’ rich text editing in favor of the “old-skool” HTML editing, and I miss the popup window that used to appear when using command-U to insert a URL held in the clipboard (in ecto 1, you could copy a URL, select the text you wanted to make a link, and hitting command-U would bring up a window with the URL in the top field [which was also a drop-down menu containing recently added links], the selected text in the middle field, and an empty field for the title attribute; ecto 2 simply adds the link code around the selected text, with the boilerplate “TITLE” text in the title attribute; clicking the ‘create a link’ button brings up the old dialog box, so why doesn’t hitting command-U do the same?).

The downside to all this is that I got so caught up in exploring the new toys that it’s now far too late to get any laundry done tonight (which was the original plan), so I’ll have to do that tomorrow morning instead, as tomorrow night is packing night. Yeah, I’m so prepared for this vacation…

iTunes “Redemption Song” by Bakra Batá from the album Music for Bad Guys (1994, 5:29).

So are all photographers terrorists now?

Yet another “photography is terrorism” incident.

I was declared a terrorist, today. As I was walking around campus photographing art, buildings, cars, people, I was stopped by police.

The policemen asked who I was, what I was doing, why I was taking photographs, where I lived, all the good stuff. When I told them I was a student taking photographs for my own personal enjoyment (a concept they couldn’t comprehend); I was told this is illegal under the USA PATRIOT act.

I was greatly confused by this statement. My understanding is that I am legally allowed to take photographs of public buildings. I informed them of this and they were taken aback. They then went on to tell me that NJIT is not a public institution. They told me that it is publicly funded but not a public school. This is a blatant lie. If you visit NJIT’s website you see very clearly, “A Public Research University.”

Furthermore, the police refused to give me their information, even after I gave them my three pieces of ID (Rutgers, NJIT, and Driver’s License). I asked for their information and they told me they are from the precinct down the block. I didn’t want to push for their Badge Numbers as I had no paper with me. Instead I walked to the precinct and spoke with Sergeant Lincoln who told me to come back tomorrow and speak with him further on this matter.

Sergeant Lincoln was told it may be possible for me to get permission to take pictures on campus, until then I am a terrorist. He, too, did not give me their badge numbers.

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[![iTunes]] “Dreaming (Evolution)” by BT from the album Dreaming (2000, 10:09).

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Hempfest 2004

Skull

I spent some time today wandering around this year’s Hempfest. I’ve avoided this particular Seattle festival for the past few years I’ve been down here, mostly because of my personal opinions regarding pot. Today, though, I had nothing else planned, and figured it might be worth wandering down with my camera for some peoplewatching.

As for the event itself…well, I can’t honestly say I was very surprised by the attendant crowds. Virtually every stereotype imaginable when dealing with the hemp/pot communities was there, plus all the requisite political hangers-on. Stoners, hippies, thugs, freaks, wierdos, Democrats, Libertarians, Socialists — you name it, that subculture was represented somewhere. Not to mention the ultra-right-wing religious proselytizers.

You poor sick miserable bunch

Is it any wonder so many people have such a dim view of Christianity when these bigoted idiots are the most visible representatives of the religion most of the time? I’ll give them points for perseverance, but that’s about it.

I didn’t bother to listen to any of the speakers I passed on the various stages, and for the most part, none of the few bands that were playing when I wandered by caught my ear enough for me to stop and listen. I did manage to catch a few minutes of a bellydancing performance on one of the stages, though.

Bellydancing

I only ended up sticking around for a couple hours, though, as — speaking of stereotypes — today’s cloudy skies finally started raining. It wasn’t enough rain to really be that much of a bother, but as I didn’t have anything along with me to protect the camera, I decided it was time enough to find my way home. Besides, walking through another thick cloud of marijuana smoke every few minutes was starting to get to be a bit much for me.

All in all, not a bad afternoon, though. Had the weather been a bit better, I probably would have stuck around a bit longer and taken a few more pictures. I’m trying to get over an ingrained resistance to taking pictures of random people, and festivals like this can be a good place to work on that. It’s not an easy thing for me to do, as I’m always at some level afraid that whoever I’m aiming the camera at will get offended, or make the assumption that I’m some sort of creepy voyeuristic freak, or some such thing, but as “still lifes” and buildings get a bit boring after a while, I’m going to keep working on it.

Dancers

iTunes: “My Mind is My Enemy (20,00 Volts of Stimulation Focused)” by Khan, Praga from the album My Mind is My Enemy/Luv U Still (1998, 4:12).

Let’s do the time warp again…

Oh, how I wish this were true…

The 4th floor elevator door is temporally broken.

I would so love living in a building when after riding the elevator to the 4th floor, you got off and asked, not where you were, but when you were.

Unfortunately, I’m afraid it’s nothing more than an amusing typo.

iTunes: “Lullaby (Extended)” by Cure, The from the album Mixed Up (1989, 7:45).

Ballard Locks Photo Workshop

So yesterday was the big photo gathering at the Locks. Prairie and I picked up her sister Hope and then headed out, eventually getting there about an hour into the event. As I’d never been to the Locks before, I wasn’t entirely sure where to go at first, so we just started following the paths and wandering around. It wasn’t long before we stumbled across a fairly large group with a higher-than-average ratio of cameras…

Photographers at the Locks

Myk spotted me when I wandered in and we spent a few minutes chatting, idly wondering what could potentially get him into more trouble with Homeland Security: organizing the event, or taking a wild leap into the water in an attempt to escape should anyone try to arrest him. Of course, nothing along those lines happened, and the day was quite nice, just a lot of people gathered to talk and look for some decent shots.

A nice medium-format camera

Many photos were taken by everyone, of the Locks, boats, and — of course — all the other photographers. A representative from the ACLU was there (complete with an old 110 pocket camera, which I hadn’t seen in years), along with a photographer from the Seattle P-I, some people who’d read about the event in the Stranger, and many who’d read about it online. I’m afraid I didn’t end up meeting very many of the people who were there, but seeing the turnout was great.

Wave Sculpture

After milling with the crowd for a while, Prairie, Hope and I decided to go wandering around the area for a bit and see what all was there. There were a fair amount of activities going on in addition to the photographer’s gathering, including a flower show, a band playing on the grass, and many tourists wandering around the grounds. Prime people-watching, in other words, which we took full advantage of.

Children at the Fish Ladder

There were a couple of attempts at group photos during the gathering, one of which I was around for, but I think I missed a later one set up by the P-I photographer. Still, at one point he made sure to come by and get my name, so I suppose I must have made it into one or another of his shots. Who knows, maybe I’ll have another appearance in a local paper sometime this week? It’s getting hard to keep track of all my press…;)

Anyway, all things considered, it was a very pleasant time, and many thanks to Myk for organizing the event. There are rumbles of a similar workshop day being set up at some point later on from a different vantage point (after it was pointed out that Ian was taking his photos from Commodore Park, rather than on the Locks themselves). Should that come through, I’ll definitely see what I can do to attend that one, also.

I’ve uploaded the majority of the photos I took yesterday to my gallery, as always.

Other writeups and photo collections:

iTunes: “One Too Many Mornings” by Chemical Brothers, The from the album Exit Planet Dust (1995, 4:13).

Ballard Locks photo workshop today

Just a reminder — today is the day of the Ballard Locks Photo Workshop organized in response to Ian Spiers’ experiences while photographing the Locks.

Sunday August 1st, 2004

1PM – 4PM

We’ll meet at the front gates at just before 1PM, if you’re late, just look for the gaggle of tripods inside the property by the locks.

As word of this event quickly spread across the Seattle blogosphere, the organizer felt it would be worthwhile to clarify the intent of today’s gathering.

My event was meant to just be a day of photography where photographers could get together and just be photographers; to show everyone that photographers care about our rights, and to show Ian how many people support him.

I initially called this a workshop, not a protest, as that is the vision I had – and BTW still have. So, even if in your mind this may be a protest, please keep in mind that the event itself is NOT a protest. I’m just encouraging people to go and take some pictures.

That having been said, I feel a need out of fear to be very clear about the vision for this event. We will not be getting in the faces of other people there; be they event participants, police, security, tourists, or any other group for that matter. There will be no rally, there will be no speakers, there will just be a bunch of people taking pictures and discussing the issue at hand amongst themselves as they meet.

Sounds good to me. I’ll be there, camera in hand.

iTunes: “Gödel” by Phoids, The from the album Marianne Doesn’t Know Yet (1996, 4:47).

It’s illegal to photograph the Ballard Locks

That is, it’s illegal if you look like a terrorist.

Being a Ballard resident, the Ballard Locks seemed like the best available subject for my project. I knew I’d be able to set up my tripod and work under fairly consistent conditions. Having spoken with the park ranger in charge of the facility on Monday, I also knew that I had every legal right to photograph from that location. So, I went to the Ballard Locks, in the rain, found the best location I could, and waited for passing trains and boats.

Within about thirty minutes of my setting up my tripod I noticed a lone security officer coming down the hill to ask me a few questions. Well, no…that’s not exactly accurate. He wasn’t politely asking me questions. He’d accessorized his ensemble with a ninety-pound German Shepherd, and was talking at me in authoritative and degrading tones. He wanted me to know that he was an authority.

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I gave the cop my ID, and it was quickly whisked away by one officer to the top of the hill. I went on to express my sense of helplessness, shame, humiliation and anger about the confrontation. I insisted that I was a photography student and that I had done absolutely nothing wrong. I acknowledged my constitutional rights. I pointed to curious bystanders, and pointed out that they had cameras, but that none of the police were interested in them. I identified a man with a canvas and easel, standing directly underneath the train bridge, and asked why no one was asking him for his ID. In retrospect, I realize that I still wanted someone to say it to my face.

The police officer had failed to rebut my arguments, but he was definitely being a lot nicer now (which was quite welcome). He’d been explaining how the SPD are required to investigate all calls, which I said I understood, but I was still looking for some real accountability. That’s when one of the three non-uniformed men stepped forward, brandishing his badge, and began talking at me with his own rendition of the voice of absolute authority.

“I’ve listened to this for over five minutes. Look here. You see this?” Special Agent McNamara said, producing his badge. “This is a federal badge. We’re not with the rest of them. We’’re federal agents from Homeland Security…”

Meanwhile, of course, many other people — residents and tourists alike — are happily snapping photographs of the locks. But then, they’re not dark-skinned, so they don’t look like terrorists, and are safe.

This kind of crap is absolutely ludicrous. It’s exactly the kind of behavior that Bush and company are encouraging with stunts like Ridge’s recent “there’s a threat, but we don’t know what, where, or when, but it’s dangerous, but we’re not raising the alert level, but something could happen to somebody somewhere” stunt. And it’s so disturbingly close to Gestapo-style “let me see your papers” policing that it frightens and saddens me.

In some sense, I’m lucky, as a fair-skinned, red-haired caucasian. Much of the racial profiling that has become so apparently popular these days, I’m never going to have to deal directly with. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t see it, it doesn’t mean that I’m not upset by it, and it certainly doesn’t mean that I’m about to turn a blind eye to it.

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