Okay, so I’m taking some shots of one of the many windmills in the lot of a windmill sales lot(I’m not making that up) in Chino Valley Arizona USA. Everything seems to be going as planned right up until I hopped over the rails of one to get this shot looking straight up. Apparently you can shoot until your memory card is full, as long as you don’t go inside the actual windmill. “Skippy”(my name for him), the manager came out and explained my rights as a windmill photographer to me(apparently those rights are much different if you’re interested in buying the windmill). I had made the mistake of telling Skippy that I was just “having fun” and “out and about” looking for something fun to shoot. My agenda did not match his idea of fun…..until….I pulled one of my cards out of my wallet and told him I had been published in the paper over 60 times. Skippys entire demeanor changed, suddenly it was alright, I was legit and may possibly get him some free advertising. After this Skippy was a talkative son of a bitch, and I, apparently, was an alright guy. Now, what I didn’t tell Skippy was that while I had been published in the paper over 60 times, they were all courtesy photos and I have never been paid for a single one, I don’t work for the paper(I work at a Psychiatric Hospital), and in fact have never been contacted by them. But I had a business card. I guess the point of the story is, even if you don’t think of yourself as a photographer yet (I don’t), print up a card and use it, it can grant you access to places you might not normally be allowed. Sorry Skippy.
Camera set on a part of pipe sticking up from the ground.
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