The Guard at 45 Fremont gave me crap when I was taking this photo from outside the building the other day. I asked him if he remembered the last guy whose portrait I took there. The guy who flipped me off. He said he did. I asked if that guy still worked there and he said no. I told him that I wasn’t going to take his portrait today but that I was shooting from a public area and that he should go back inside and let me finish up with my shooting and that I’d be leaving when I was done. He said ok and went back inside.
Some people never learn. It kind of pisses me off a bit because 95% of people who are asked not to shoot from public areas will just listen to the security guard and not challenge their authority. He wasn’t going to give me crap because of the fallout over it the last time at this building, but it makes me wonder how he would have treated a different photographer.
On an unrelated note, I’ve always seen the bridge walkway that connects 45 Fremont and 50 Beale Street as a lifeline between two hearts. I’m not sure why. I think you can see it better as a lifeline here.