Showing posts with label Downs Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Downs Park. Show all posts

Camera Lens Incites Paranoia (letter)




(In July, 2014, I wrote a blog about infringement on photographers' rights and, in particular, my experiences. These letters are part of the story.)

County Executive Laura A. Neuman
44 Calvert St.
Annapolis, MD 21041

Director Rick Anthony
AA County Recreation and Parks
1 Harry S Truman Pkwy.
Annapolis, MD 21041

Dear Ms. Neuman and Mr. Anthony:

This afternoon, during a low-key photography session at Downs Park with a fellow camera club photographer and two modeling friends,  we were approached by a park ranger and informed of "procedures for professional photographers" requiring pre-approval by the superintendent "for each occurrence." We were told that a concern was that professionals are making money by using the park setting. Please note that we do not pay our model friends nor do they pay us.

Having taken photographs at this park two miles from  my home for more than 30 years, and supported it through county property taxes and the purchase of county parks passes—annually at first, and in more recent years holding a lifetime seniors pass—I was disturbed at the implication that we were doing something requiring special permission.

Photography is one of the most popular pastimes in America, and these days people can take high-quality images with tiny cameras, phones and iPads—or, as we prefer in taking people pictures, with Nikon equipment and hand-held light reflectors.

This activity on a hot weekday afternoon, with relatively few visitors in the park, took place in a public area and did not restrict access to any area of the park by anyone.

I was handed a slip of paper listing "procedures for professional photographers"—although the ranger had no way of determining whether we were professional or amateur photographers -- except, perhaps, making an assumption based on the use of a hand-held light reflector.

The concerns listed note that activity cannot restrict public access—and, in fact, did not. It further states that "the Park Superintendent and/or ranking staff in his/her absence has authority to deny or halt any activity they deem inappropriate or a hinder to the general public at anytime with no explanation."  

I would like to know what was inappropriate about two female photographers—or, for that matter, any photographer—taking tasteful photos in a public park. Was the use of a light reflector inappropriate? Or was it, as one of our model friends wondered, the fact that they are African-American in a county park where diversity is rather minimal?

The "procedures" also state that the photographer and "clients" have to purchase permits or an entry fee to enter the park. Well, I have that. It covers the entry for my car and its passengers.

I often take my video camera and tripod to photograph nature in the park. Would this video camera with an external microphone and the use of a tripod (off the path) create suspicion? Would I need to notify the park every time I do this? I often do this on the spur of the moment, depending on weather and my schedule. Would I not be allowed to do this if the office were closed because it would be impossible to receive “pre-approval?”

While the ranger was polite and stated that the activity under way could continue on this particular visit, I object vociferously to the suggestion that this should ever require advance approval from the park superintendent.

I could see a concern should a movie crew turn up with a truckload of equipment -- but four people in a car, with two cameras and a light reflector? Where does that make sense?

The county parks system should be encouraging photography and all art, not interfering with it. What about an artist who might set up an easel and later sell those paintings of the park? Will this artist also have to jump through the bureaucratic hoops? If indeed I were ever to make some money from photos taken in the park, that would benefit the county—by increasing my local income tax.

I believe that Downs Park is a treasure. In the past I have taken hundreds, if not thousands, of images  of and at Downs Park. Before my retirement as a county teacher, I conducted student photography outings there. One book that I found on Amazon.com mentions Downs Park as influencing successful projects of my students. I have participated in park photo contests. When talking with friends, I have often credited Downs Park for helping me maintain balance while teaching middle school during the day, walking two miles on trails in the park and then going to graduate school at night. Obviously, today there was no balance for me at Downs Park.

Increasingly, I have seen growing government intrusion in ordinary and reasonable activity, and find that disturbing. It also makes me wonder whether county officials know who they work for.

Answer: The public.

I hope for a speedy response to my concerns.

Dr. Bonnie J. Schupp

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Response to my letter:

Dear Dr. Schupp:

Thank you for your letter of May 29, 2013 regarding your unfortunate experience with a park ranger at Downs Park concerning professional photography at the Park.

I appreciate you bringing this matter to my attention and I apologize for any inconvenience this has caused you. Unfortunately, there have been many issues at Downs Park with professional photographers setting up shop at the Park for profit. I agree that Park Rangers and Park Superintendents should use better judgment regarding this matter, and I have informed the Chief of Parks Operations to meet with the Parks’ staff and instruct them to use more discretion for the casual photographer.

Again, thank you for bringing this matter to my attention and for your many years of support. We look forward to you returning to the Park soon and often.

Sincerely,

Rick Anthony
Director

cc: County Executive Laura Neuman


Day 359 Hidden Narrative



December 3, 2015

(If we live with an open and grateful attitude, every day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during the year I turned 70.)




It’s funny how I can walk the same path for many days and on my 50th trip, I find something I hadn’t noticed before. Today as I walked in Downs Park, I went along the path from the regular beach toward the dog beach. There is a sign for the dog beach with an arrow that is located on step seats overlooking the Chesapeake Bay. I’ve walked by here hundreds of times but I must not have sat on the steps recently because all I needed was about 12 more inches in height in order to notice something special. It was only by stepping up on the bottom step that I could see a group of painted stones with words and numbers written on them.

I was intrigued. At first, I thought maybe these stones were a memorial to deceased pets but the names were not typical pet names. Those having dates on them had only one date. Was it a birth date or a death date? 

Curious about the story behind these stones, I asked a park ranger in the main office. There was a story. I learned that a group of families who had lost babies in birth or shortly after birth had asked the park for permission to put this handmade memorial in the park in a perfect location overlooking the Bay. They were probably looking for closure and something tangible in a natural setting. Now that I know the narrative, the stones have become something more beautiful, a spot for me to stop each day. I learned that just one step can make a difference.

My gift today is one step up.

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> Day 360: Connecting the Dots


You can find links to my other posts on this project here:
http://bjschupp.blogspot.com/2014/12/365-gifts.html
              








Day 113 Kinky Bird



April 1, 2015

(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th year where I write and illustrate a blog on each day's gift.)



Just over three miles from my home, Downs Park on the Chesapeake Bay is a treasure of gifts. 

On a walk today, I noticed a tall tree that had offered a cradle gift to an osprey. Four branches at the top were the perfect crotch for the bird to assemble its large nest of sticks. As I crossed the bridge connecting two parts of the park, I looked at the nest and noticed a bird moving in it. Large birds, these fish-eating raptors can grow to 24 inches in length with a 71-inch wingspan. I suspect the one I saw was a female sitting on her eggs because every minute or so, she changed position as if she were sitting on lumpy seat cushions. 

The Chesapeake Bay, another treasure in our area, is home to many ospreys that usually build their nests near the water. This one located its resting place a little further away than some. Many people may not know that these are kinky raptors. When they fly, their wings are always bowed downward to form an M shape.

Of course, I stopped to snap some photos. Although a longer lens would have been better suited to shoot my avian subject, I had my longest lens with me, a 300 mm.  While I stood there for about ten minutes, a woman walked past me, talking on her cell phone and unaware of the awesome bird above. She missed an opportunity, connecting with business rather than nature. I would not have seen the osprey myself if I had been walking in the other direction, perhaps a good reason for varying one’s journeys and changing direction from time to time. 

My gift today is an osprey in her nest.
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> Day 114 Venus Envy

Watch an osprey cam in Woods hole, Massachusetts:
http://www.whoi.edu/ospreycam/page.do?pid=41055

You can read my other posts on this project here:
http://bjschupp.blogspot.com/2014/12/365-gifts.html





Day 92 – Negotiations



March 11, 2015

(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th year where I write and illustrate a blog on each day's gift.)


I was alone in the park this morning. In the background, hundreds of geese conversed, all talking at the same time. In front of me, the Chesapeake Bay stretched out, presenting an icy sampler of geometric shapes. Fog muted the colors and outlines of this winter scene. This moment held the geese, a white patchwork quilt and me.

On an ice floe, I noticed one lone goose sounding a plaintive call. Was this sound born of nature’s habit or an avian need? Had the bird become separated from its gaggle? Soon a group of geese gathered near but separate from the lone honker. All of them put up a racket, seeming to negotiate with one another, the ayes and nays creating cacophony. Maybe they were taking a consensus on whether or not to include the loner. If so, the answer must have been yes because not long after that, they all flew off together into the dissipating fog. By tomorrow all the icy pieces will have disappeared from sight and melded with the Bay.

My life is like a patchwork quilt with bits from different parts of my world—past and present. The present especially is broken into so many pieces, one as beautiful as the next: family, friends, art, social, solitude, creativity…  Often when I go out, someone familiar will approach me. “Bonnie! It’s good to see you!” I then search my brain trying to remember which patch of my life they are from.
At times like this, the pieces are separated. Other times they coalesce. I appreciate each piece alone as well as all merged as a larger view of life. The patchwork quilt is good.

My gift today is an icy patchwork quilt.
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>Day 93 Mystery Package

You can read my other posts on this project here:
http://bjschupp.blogspot.com/2014/12/365-gifts.html