Beresford Park

The Suburban Dangers of Nighttime Photography

by Tobias on June 1, 2010

Montara Beach

I spent my evening taking night time photos.  Starting off in Montara and ended up in the park I grew up in taking pictures late at night, like the picture below of the rose.

When I got to Beresford Park, I could hear all the way accross the park the rat ti tat tat of teens in the muck of something they probably shouldn’t be doing once the park was closed, let alone if the park were opened.

It was 1AM and I was curious, so I wandered over, while keeping my distance to see if they were doing anything interesting.  Perhaps I would say hi.

It was two guys and two girls clearly with beer in their hands and beer in their stomachs.  As I walked near by, then walked away down another path, I could hear something akin to, “I’m not sure…it seems a bit sketch…”

Rose in the middle of the night

I wandered over next to the community garden and took a few snap shots.  I was on the park premessis, but only for a short period of time.  I could hear the loud kids head from the shelter down to the swing set.  Once they got to the swing set I could hear the girls yelping in what I hope was excitement and the creaking of the swings.  I ended up walking down the sidewalk next to the park and wandered in 20 feet because I saw a rose bush I wanted to photograph.  In the distance I could hear the kids reveling in their midnight excursion.

I noticed a car coming by slowly behind me just as I heard the kids, who were clearly not trying to be subvert in any manner, say “Yeah, that’s a cop!”.

I casually turned around and saw a cop car about 30 feet from me with their spot on.  I waved at them and came up to them to chat.

“Hey guys, how is it going?”

“What are you up to here in the park?”

“Oh, I’m just taking pictures?”

“What, are you a horticulturist?”

“Nope.  Just a photographer.”

I then proceeded to show him the picture of the plants I just took.

“The park closes at 10pm and we got a call from the neighbours.  You aren’t allowed to be in the park once it’s closed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just taking pictures.  I think there are some kids out there though.”

“Ok, I’m going to let you off with a warning this time.”  He seemed contrived in the way he said that.  We both know it would be pretty ridiculous to “bust” me for taking pictures 20 ft off the sidewalk.

“What were the kids up to?”

“They were over in the shelter, but then they moved down to the swing set.”

“Playing hid’n’go seek or something?”

“I guess so.”

“Ok, I’m letting you off with a warning. We don’t want to come out here every time someone goes into the park late at night.”

“Sure thing.”

I know that the cops totally fucked up by stopping me.  It gave the kids enough time to get their asses and beer out of the park and totally bail.

Those kids owe me one.

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