Sunday, October 7, 2007
The black SUVs that the Secret Service guys drive are the best reflective surfaces. They're shiny and always sparkling clean. The deal is, though, that the people who sit all day in these cars are never happy when I approach in order to take a pic of something reflected in their tinted windows.
Though I always show them the pics while assuring them I'm not trying to look inside their cars, they still narrow their eyes suspiciously. I'm not sure the Secret Service hires expansive thinkers, though I could be wrong about that. No offense intended!
Eventually though, they seem to realize that a pleasant grey-haired, middle aged lady such as myself has nothing to do with threats to the security of whatever or whomever it is they're guarding.
Too, they seem incapable of appreciating how interesting the landscape is when reflected and photographed. I've tried explaining why I take these pics, I talk about the reversed architecture, the distortions in shape, blah blah blah. Their eyes glaze over once they figure out I'm not dangerous, at which time they cease to even pretend they're interested in anything I'm saying. Sometimes I stop my explanations in mid-sentence; they never seem to notice.
Maybe you think I should avoid the Secret Service and their fabulous vehicles. Hmmmm... Maybe you're right!