JohnnyRottenNJ wrote:
Recently on a trip to Ohio, I had the occasion to visit the Hall of Shame. I was with a group and the woman who was giving instructions about the place was one of these "low talkers." If you ever watched Seinfeld, you'll know exactly what I mean. Twice during her instructions, helicopters flew overhead. She neither stopped talking or raised her voice. So I missed most of what she said. Apparently they don't allow cameras to be used in the place. I didn't quite catch the whole jist due to the rotor noise of the choppers. I did spot a "no camera" sign, but I rationalized that the place is not well lit, and the amount of UV light from a flash would likely fade most of the articles on display over time. I have a Nikon D7000, and cranked up the ISO to 6400 and then up to the max, (25,600 ISO.) After taking about a dozen photos, the camera Nazis descended upon me. You would have thought that I was photographing the war room in the basement of the White House, or some sensitive areas of the Pentagon. I explained to the commandant that I'm not a pro photographer and was only taking some shots for my own use, AND I told him what I had rationalized. He wasn't having any of it, and demanded that I turn over my camera. I politely declined and said that I would leave. I even deleted the photos that I had taken right in front of him. Still not good enough. I heard someone on his walkie talkie say "get the memory card out of his camera and format it." I told the guy that it wouldn't work, as I had over 100 images on the card and he wasn't going to touch me or my camera. This is one of those times that I didn't mind carrying my heavy Manfrotto monopod. I told the guy that I was leaving and if he laid a hand on me or my camera, I would send him flowers in the hospital. I was careful not to menace him in anyway as I didn't want to get arrested. He still wasn't satisfied, so with that I pulled out my pocket knife (nothing too scary looking about it, but I just always carry a pocket knife.) Again, making sure to not appear to be menacing, I opened the knife, turned towards him and slowly cut the plastic wrist band off. I picked it up and shoved it at him and told him to stick it. Then with several expletives that I won't elaborate on, I walked outside. I was with a group of people, and just stayed out there until they were done. I was half expecting the Cleveland PD to show up, but I guess I was lucky.
Now here is the part that really frosted my genitals: I went with the group to the Hard Rock Cafe for lunch. They had many of the same displays on their walls, guitars, clothing, you name it. I asked one of the waiters if I could take a photo of Stevie Ray Vaughn's guitar, and the guy offered to photograph me standing next to it. I don't get it. The one Nazi said that if people could take photos of the displays, no one would come after awhile. I said, "yeah, I was in DC a few years ago and took some photos in the Smithsonian, I went back last week and the lines were so much shorter at the various exhibits, NOT." So my thought is this: Yes, it's their property and they can prohibit photography, but I can also publicly say, "Save your money, spend the $13 on a hamburger and visit the Hard Rock Cafe." Much more enjoyable and much less aggravation. Talk about a bunch of pompous asses.
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You knew the rules ahead of time but thought you were too damn important to abide by them. they should have confiscated your camera equipment and kept it. It is because of bozos like you that rules like that have to be made. you give other photographers a bad name because of your bad behaviour. what in the hell makes you think that you are an exception to the rules that everyone else must follow. what an idiot.