My wife and I are on vacation for a week on Marco Island Florida. This morning my wife passed on going with me for a 3 mile walk. I thought great opportunity to head out with my Canon 60d for a photo walk. To give you some background on Marco, it is absolutely gorgeous. There's a lot of wealth here I'm told that some famous people own homes here, many are sealed shut already for hurricane season. Those that are sealed shut no doubt are just vacation homes. We are renting here for 1 week at a price that is very reasonable and about half the cost of what it would cost us to rent closer to our homein New England near Cape Cod. In other words we are not even close to wealthy.

Ok back to this mornings walk. I get about 1 block from the rental and there's a young man eyeing my 60d while he is sitting on a riding lawn mower. I say good morning but he gives me a dirty look. I walk a few yards further and spot a great shot with homes and boats. I stop take a few shots and next thing I see is this 30 something year old guy charging at me yelling what are you doing. Well whaddya think I'm doing? He asks why? I reply I'm on vacation and where I live doesn't even come close to having the homes and scenery here. The guy was hard to understand if I'd have to guess I would say he was probably a deaf mute. He seemed to accept that answer but he kept his eyes on me as I continued my walk.

About a quarter mile later I approached a small bridge over a waterway with some great possible shots. A small boat was approachingon the north side of the bridge and I did not want the small boat in it because there were much better and larger boats I wanted shots of. Satisfied with the shots on the north I crossed the small street to the south side of the bridge. About that time the small boat I was avoiding comes under and to the south side. I'm looking around for some shots to take but the guy in the boat stares up to me as if to say don't even think about it, he must have turned around 5 more times to make sure I didn't take his photo. Hey this is fun!

Well I walk another half mile to a place called Mackle park and I'm getting ready to shot some more and this grounds keeper looks at me and says no photos. I said don't worry buddy I had no intention of shooting you, but I would like to know where I can get some shots of pretty women instead of guys mowing lawns. What is with people? Have we become that paranoid in the age of big brother/ post 9-11?