I can sort of understand the homeowner...
I can sort of understand, too. But I wouldn't have been rude like he was. Maybe he had been drinking.
I would certainly go out
and question someone taking pictures of my house, lights or not.
If I had a nice light show, I wouldn't question anyone taking pictures of it.
I
wouldn't make a big case out of it but I would want to know who
they were and what their purpose was.
Most people probably don't like me photographing their house. That's why I don't ask. Everybody is paranoid or ready to jump on the first person that comes along. I have a right to take a picture of a house I like from public access for my own personal pleasure and not for any commercial purpose because it makes me feel good to look at it later. If it makes them feel bad, that is their problem.
I don't feel good when I look at that picture. And I don't want to get to know that neighbor. I wouldn't treat people that way. Somebody took a picture of the back of my house once from the alley, and I figured he was going to report me for something, but I never said a word and just waited for the ax to fall. What good would confronting him have done?
My people radar doesn't work any more. There are some really nice people out there, and I try to be kind and polite to people and give them the benefit of the doubt in questionable areas, but mostly I don't like to interact with anybody, any time, anywhere because I don't like most people any more. When I was young, I thought everybody was wonderful.
If people force their way into my life for one reason or another, sometimes I warm up to them. Normally I try to shut them out for the exact reason of the reaction I got from this young guy who yelled at a senior citizen who was standing on the sidewalk in the cold, in the dark, in my own block, taking a photo of his pretty Christmas lights which I wish I had had a nice husband who would have made my house pretty like that. I'm glad I didn't have someone like him for a husband. My husband was combative and got into unnecessary showdowns with people just for the thrill of making them feel bad or in anger. I'm glad I'm rid of him. I'm better off alone taking pictures of people's houses which in a different life, I would like to have lived in.
My daughter wanted to go see if the people want to buy a copy of this picture. I'm leery of approaching them for fear they will get mad. They are very rich and could afford a professional photographer to take hundreds of shots of it. I wonder if they would be better than mine. Here is one version I have framed and on my wall because I like it so well, don't care if nobody else likes it. Also have a b/w version with just the red phone booth in color:
After reading this thread, I'm so mad. There is no freedom to be myself any more. I still hate that guard at the government installation when my dad came home from the war. We liked to take a Sunday drive at the place because it was scenic and historic, but we had to stop at the gate and get checked out. Every single time, we were queried, "Is there a camera in the car?" This thread makes me think of that guard who was only doing his job. Yeah, it wasn't the Russians yet. I don't know who the enemy to our country and government was then. There's always someone. For a long time during the cold war, that place was probably in the 1-20 list of a target for a Russian nuke strike. What the h* would a picture of anything there help them in targeting it more accurately? Their government certainly knew it was there and exactly how to get to it.