Yesterday’s Tough Mountain Challenge at Sunday River (click here to watch the video I shot) was a thing of beauty, in so many ways, but one incident left a sour taste in my mouth the rest of the day, and still does not sit well. The weather, the course, the people. Everybody was having a great time. I was having a great d ay at the office, my mobile office, that is. All was well until I invaded the personal space of a guy shooting video that didn’t like me “getting in his way.” He went off on me, slapping my camera away and yelling profanities at me. He made a scene, and I felt bad.
After a minute of calming down, I considered confronting him about it. Because, in fact, and I have it on video if he ever wanted to challenge me on it. Minutes prior to his going off on me, this guy steps right through my shot while I was shooting the previous obstacle. There were 16 obstacles on the course, and it was at the number 4 where I walked up and noticed him shooting the entrance of a tunnel. I chose to go to the exit, didn’t want to screw up his shot, it was a tight area. I set up and began shooting people coming through. A few minutes later he comes down the trail and right through my shot.
I didn’t think much of it as this happens all the time when I go to events where it’s a media circus. Today was no different, except there were many more “regular folks” shooting their family and friends competing. So, I was aware of not trying to get into their shots either, but it happens now and again. No big deal. For most. He was young, as I was once a long while ago. After three decades I now let things slide where I too might have “gone off” on an old guy poaching my shot back in the day. I totally understand.
That was yesterday, today is another day and while he is probably just getting to edit his shoot, mine was online yesterday and now I am at Oxford Plains Speedway shooting the big race, rubbing elbows with another set of photographers and videographers. I know most of these guys, seasoned professionals that will all be squeezing together in the sweaty press box and on top of the roof where we are elbow to elbow.