
This is a dangerous and lawless part of town. A neighborhood where time stops for no one, tumbleweeds cross your path at every opportunity, and photographers roam free – shooting pictures of seemingly everything. As you can imagine the stakes are high, and nothing less than your presumed privacy is at risk. At least, this is the story I've invented in my head for some of the security guards here on 11th Avenue.
Yes, once again I was approached by overly-ambitious private security personnel and told I wasn't allowed to shoot photos of the outside of their building. I really didn't feel like getting into a whole thing with him, especially since I had many more photos to shoot around here, but I did try my best to explain why he was wrong in his assumption (without coming off as being too much of a pain in the ass) and he seemed to give up – which is the best I could hope for I guess.
I'm not trying to come off as a jerk when complaining about these instances, honest...but there really is something incredibly frustrating about being fed misinformation about my own rights in public, especially from someone who assumes they have jurisdiction over a public space. Plus, this isn't even about individual privacy...most of what I capture are buildings, streets and sidewalks! I rarely take photos which include people and when I do, even though there's no reasonable expectation of privacy when you're out in public, I try to be sensitive to the issue. But I digress...
These blocks really are rather barren. You know you're getting to the edge of the city when you start to see so many car washes and dealerships. The tall and lumbering buildings that dot the landscape here are rather nice with ornate detailing (even if it is several stories up), and grand entrances. The remaining buildings all stay pretty close to the ground - serving either as warehouses or storefronts.
So come on down to 11th Avenue, where there's not much to see and you too can be hassled for attempting a completely benign activity.



