Permission Granted
During a photo expedition, I was composing a shot of one of Hong Kong's numerous high-security installations, otherwise known as a dessert shop.
A middle-aged man passing by stopped to enquire about it:
"Do you have permission to take the photo?"
"Nope."
Nor must I get it.
"They must be friendly."
"Most people are."
Yes, it was a little white lie, but there was no sense debating the issue. Most people are paranoid when they see the camera. Some folks are friendly, while a few are raving lunatics.
Let's get this straight, Hong Kongers, once and for all: as long as I'm standing on public property, I can take a photo of whatever I please. If someone asks me not to take a photo, I won't, but until then everything is fair game.
Don't get me wrong; I'm not some scuzzball paparazzo who pokes his lens into people's private lives, but a dessert shop doesn't qualify as an off-limits subject.
The same goes for buildings, bridges, mass transit, and little old ladies crossing the street.
I'm a photographer, not a terrorist.
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