anonymous, just another person in a crowd of thousands walking through an airport. You think to yourself, "Nobody's paying attention to me. I'm just blending in."You're wrong.
No matter where you come from, no matter where you're going, you're being watched, surveilled.
It doesn't matter if you're young or not so young or old.
It doesn't matter if you're walking or in a wheelchair or riding in a cart or just standing trying to look inconspicuous.
It doesn't matter if you're eating pizza or Chinese; drinking water or sugar flavored acid; whether you're reading or sleeping.
It doesn't matter how you look - whether you're skinny or not so skinny ; bald or have lots of hair.
Even if you're picking your teeth or picking your nose, you're being watched.
When you least expect it, you're being photographed. "THEY" are listening to your every conversation.
So, keep your nose clean.
You might wonder, "Who would listen to my conversations? I'm not that interesting." You might feel like you're being stalked, scoped out, like you have no privacy, like there really is a Big Brother watching your every move. You're right.
Or, ...
Maybe you just happen to be in the same airport as a bored photographer who had to spend 9 hours in the airport waiting for a flight, because his workshop ended at 10:00am and the earliest flight he could catch was 7:45pm, a flight that ended up being delayed 45 minutes and he had nothing to do for all that time but had a digital camera handy and we all know that people with digital cameras - especially photographica members - take photos of everything because they know they're not wasting film and they can just delete the photos they don't like or they can take a bunch of photos in an airport, make up some silly story and post it online where other bored photographers can leave comments like "Great photo series" or "That was really stupid I don't know why I wasted my time looking at all those lame pictures of nothing," leaving the originally bored photographer either satisfied because someone else found some humor in the same thing he found humor in, or hurt because he realized it really was a series of photos about nothing.
