this past sunday i was photographing on a railroad track that lies to the left of the defunct one in this photo when a cop got out of her car to ask what i thought i was doing. with my neck and shoulders draped in a sea of cameras and my tripod in my hand, i stood there for a beat before i realized she was making a serious inquiry. i stated the obvious, and she demanded to know if i had csx’s permission to be “on their rails?”
well, indeed the fuck i do, officer. just so happens my daddy owns csx, so why don’t you hustle back to your vehicle because your arrest is imminent.
i replied that “no, i don’t have permission,” but that i often came to the track to shoot photos, and if it was a problem i would be happy to move it off the rail. she then started squawking on her radio and said more than a few times to the person on the other end that she had some retard hanging out on the tracks just waiting to be splattered.
not wanting to be bothered with the bullshit, yet despising authority, i slowly gathered my things and mozied on over to the dead track to set up shop. still, her rants continued over how she’d found me “on the rail! on the rails! trespassing.” eventually she gave up on having more officers dispatched and split, and as she peeled off, i knew she couldn’t fathom why i was bending over some old chair, surrounded by weeds and litter, taking photographs. just like i couldn’t imagine whatever the hell it was she got out of wearing a badge and acting like a character from reno 911.