A few nights ago, my wife, Alane, were watching Project Runway (yes, I’m a renaissance man interested in all things creative!). During his critique of the finalists, judge Michael Kors mentioned one contestant who had finally learned to edit his designs. Kors said with approval, “He slaps his own hand!”
I love that quote. It’s very schizophrenic but it’s me. Speaking of slapping my own hand, I did that with the image below – not in the creation of it, but for an incident that occurred during its making. It’s the only time I’ve been turned in for a 911 violation.
The scene is of riverboat traffic on the Guyandotte River, near Charleston, West Virginia.
A local deputy stopped by to see what I was up to. I was working out of a portable darkroom in the bed of my truck (same set up shown in “What is Wet Plate Collodion” tab).
I yelled from the shroud and asked him to wait until I finished developing the plate. (That’s probably when those chemical streaks happened…) My nephew, Joshua, was with me and he occupied the deputy until I finished.
I brought out the plate in a tray of water, showed the image, and explained the process. Honestly, I thought he was just curious to see what I was doing. The curious come up from time to time.
I gave the deputy a business card (highly recommended if you do strange-looking alternative processes in the field!). He wasn’t as interested in the image or process as he was in my camera being pointed toward the chemical plant across the river. He informed me that since 911, it was now illegal to photograph industrial areas.
I was polite and understood how this might look to him. The deputy saw a truck with out-of-state tags parked at the edge of a riverbank, a man at the tailgate, his upper torso inside a huge black box, and the rest of him covered by a large mysterious shroud. I’m sure the small chemistry lab on the tailgate and the overwhelming smell of ether didn’t help.
I showed him the image on the ground glass in the back of the camera – that it was upside down and backwards. I explained that the lens was made in the mid 1800s, had no zoom, and didn’t even use a shutter (I use the lens cap). So far so good.
Things went south when I asked how I could be this much trouble for one 5×7 plate of the plant across the river using mid-1800s technology, when I could drive to the plant, park outside the front gate, and with an off-the-shelf 300mm zoom lens and a cheap digital SLR, capture a memory card’s worth of close-up detailed images in less time and effort it took to do this one collodion plate here. And I would be in trouble for exactly the same thing.
I highly recommend against saying that. I’m pretty sure I put the idea in his head that I was planning that too (which I wasn’t). I volunteered to pack up and leave, but he took my driver’s licence and business card. He made me promise to wait by my truck until he came back. He went to the station and turned me in to the Coast Guard, who I was told had jurisdiction for 911 violations of this nature.
So Josh and I waited. This is where my nephew found humor in the situation. First, he was excited, having never seen a cop in action up close before. Second, he thought it was funny that I was possibly in serious trouble, but had to promise to wait while he drove away to turn me in. The deputy literally said, “I expect you to be here when I get back.”
He eventually returned, gave back my license, and said I’d be hearing from 911 authorities. It’s been a few years, and the call never came. Regarding the legality of the situation, what he said was not exactly true.
The subject was not completely off-limits. It depends whether I was on private or public lands, and I honestly don’t know the answer to that. It also depends on the purpose of the photography. Regardless, I slapped my own hand to teach myself a lesson.
Apparently I didn’t slap my own hand hard enough. Josh and I drove to the top of a mall parking garage for more collodion work, and got chased away from there too. The security guard said, “It doesn’t matter if you’re up to something or not. You look like you are, so you need to leave.”
Maybe I just have that look…
You know I’m going to have to comment…LOL…Charleston is not located on the Guyandotte River. It’s at the confluence of the Elk and Kanawha Rivers. Sorry honey. Get your WV geography correct. Didn’t you go to the Golden Horseshoe?
The Guyandotte, a river that has run beside your parents home in Mingo County for many years, is formed in southwestern Raleigh County by the confluence of three streams, Winding Gulf, Stonecoal Creek, and the Devils Fork and flows initially west-north-westward into Wyoming and Mingo counties. It turns briefly northward in Mingo County and enters Logan County, where it turns north-north-westward for the remainder of its highly meandering course through Logan, Lincoln and Cabell counties. It enters the Ohio River from the south at Huntington, about 5 mi (8 km) east of the city’s downtown.
I just realized….I SLAPPED YOUR HAND!!!
Once I got through the glaring inaccuracy in your river geography, I have to say I love this post. You thrilled Joshua by almost getting arrested and taken to jail. I suppose somewhere deep inside him, he was kind of hoping you would be arrested…much more drama for a 15 yr. old.
This is one of my favorite shots. It is serene with a lot of potential chaos surrounding it. Both in the scene and while you’re taking the photo. Some of your best photos are when you are pushed, either by time or by others. Great post!
The post is about slapping your own hand, not the hand of another! 🙂 Thanks for the correction. The only thought I put into the river’s name was the spelling! 🙂
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