A casual look to the side, just over the jacket, deciding whether I am anything to pay attention to. I’m not but if you just ask me I’d happily tell you what I am up to. I am easy to talk to and I don’t even look that strange. I don’t think I’m strange.
I’ve ‘papped’ a few traffic wardens over the years. Of course, the other possibility is that it has been the same traffic warden all of this time, which would explain the side eye. I’m not saying they all look the same but I am guilty of uniform-blindness, seeing only the hat and jacket, ‘All you Traffic Wardens look-a-like’, what a prick I can be.
Certainly not a job that I could do, the amount of abuse they receive from people who are, now let’s be honest, who are breaking the law. It is ridiculous. They are just doing their job. Sure it is not murder but there are rules and they are there for a reason, break them and there are consequences. Man, the older I get the more authoritarian I seem to become. Soon I am going to want a huge statue of myself in the town square declaring how great I am and how I show be OBEYED! The older I get the more the teenage me is sickened by my outcome, bound to happened, points of view change.
I like the idea of Law versus morality, the idea that you can pick and chose which laws to follow just because you have chosen to put a moral price on them. We have all been guilty of speeding, that’s breaking the law but as it feels harmless at the time, what does it matter? Morality versus Law.
Thinking about all of this, I may have been reading too much Judge Dredd, ‘Negotiation’s over. Sentence is death‘.
I have visited this area several times, it is just round the corner from my work so I usually wander by it while out on lunch. I have always liked the way the shadows cast in the walkway, very Noir, I think so anyway.
The traffic warden was the third and final person to walk through the scene and luckily for me he cut right through the middle of the scene and help set up this photo. I had thought about converting it to black and white in post production but I actually liked the contrast of the high-vis jacket against the muted backdrop, so it stayed in colour.
With colour decided all I did in post production was deepen the shadows and heighten the vibrancy, easy.
“I said, warden, warden, warden, Won’t you break your lock and key. I said, warden, warden, warden, Won’t ya break your lock and key. Yeah, come along here, mister, C’mon and let the poor boy be“, love The Doors and L.A Woman was a brilliant album.
All thoughts and comments are welcome.