So, I'm photographing the Ceylon Bridge, a Howe Truss covered bridge built in 1862, located in Geneva, Indiana, enjoying the sunshine, moderate weather, and the site to myself, taking shots from varied locations when this navy blue panel truck pulls into the parking area adjacent to the covered bridge, stops quicky, rolls down his window, and begins to toss his litter (including food) onto the parking lot like it was a land fill. I started moving quickly toward the truck, yelling at the top of my lungs to get his attention, as he finished his deposit and speed off onto the county roadway. As I am standing in the lot fuming, a police car comes down the road and responds to my yelling and thrashing my hands in the air for attention, and sure enough he sees me and whips into the stoned lot where I was standing. I briefly told his what happened and he quickly headed down the road in pursuit. A few minutes I finished my self-imposed assignment and traveled down the same road as the offender and the police used, but never ran into either one of them. I was still hot under the collar as I left Geneva, but I had to travel some distance to Matthews, Indiana to photograph the Cumberland Matthews Covered Bridge, another Howe Truss build of 1877, so I could not linger any longer in Geneva Just never know what a day with a camera will bring.