My gym routine this morning was a bit shorter than it usually is. My first class in the morning made it abundantly clear that I shouldn’t attempt the second class, and the instructor insisted on the same fairly forcefully. Somewhere along the way on my trip to Melbourne I have done something that knotted some muscles in my left hip.
So I just walked out 30 minutes on the treadmills to cool down a bit before my gym-shower.
As a result of cutting one class I got to my massage appointment a good 40 minutes too early so I reclined the car seat and listened to an episode of Nerdist while I waited for time to pass.
The massage was very helpful. Apparently it was not just my hip, but also my left leg, my lower back and my neck that were in equally bad shape. The work on the leg was too intense to relax through, but even the painful pressure felt good in its own way. The back and neck however were sufficiently soothing that I threatened to fall asleep (again? I think I actually may have snored briefly once).
The rest of the day was spent not achieving much around the house.
And I’m glad I wasn’t tempted to go to Wet’n’Wild, because the storm that rolled through around 4pm would have been a serious spoiler to any fun I might have hoped to have had.
Instead I watched some TV and pondered bulk data storage, personal data privacy, backups and life journalling. I may draw some sketches over a movie tonight; I have some ideas I’d like to develop out to see where the tricky parts are. I more and more just want to own my own information, thankyouverymuch. So first, requirements.
Today was going to be about photography, and it still is in a way, but not quite how I originally intended. Abbey had suggested she needed to visit a nursery for some trees, and in exchange for doing the driving I could take some pictures while there…
I started off hand-held around the place, wandering around with the camera around my neck and doing a great job taking pictures where people were either out-of-frame or completely out-of-focus.
Then I decided to walk back to the car and get the tripod I had packed to get some sharper shots for comparison. I sat down on the grass and took a few pictures outside of general view where there were no people. Then I moved back to the entrance road to take a shot along the row of signs along the way.
And then one of the staff walked out informing me reasonably politely that they didn’t want photography on their premises.
I hadn’t even considered this perspective, and I felt a bit silly.
Of course I packed up at that point. Private property, so their word goes in my mind, but it did prompt me to have a look at legalities here in Australia so next time I am better ready for the situation.
Photography in public places for non-commercial purposes is fine
Photography on private property for non-commercial purposes is fine provided you follow the instructions of the property owner
Commercial purposes: make sure you get a release from any people who are clearly identifiable in the shots
I will not try to dig down into the full nuance (see the links above for more of that), but while simple on the face of it, reality has many caveats:
Many places that may seem or feel public really aren’t… shopping plazas for example, or some parks even.
Commercial purposes may include more than you realise… as soon as you upload a picture to online services like Flickr that can count as commercial purposes. They assert relevant rights in their license agreement you probably clicked through without reading.
Taking pictures of people for non-commercial purposes is not restricted… there is no right to privacy in Australia that protects your image alone.
Number plates are actually not illegal to photograph… even so, I try to crop or blur them when they end up in my shots.
Without a police officer involved you cannot be asked to delete your images… more over, jail terms can apply to: threatening to damage your camera equipment, threatening violence, trying to prevent you contacting the police.
Do not take any of this as legal advice, because despite watching many episodes of LA Law, CSI and Boston Legal, I Am Not A Lawyer.
In almost all cases my personal sensibilities are more restrictive than what I have outlined above. But it’s interesting to note how different reality is from what many people might think the law says. Partially this may be a result of US-centric culture, which is definitely much more repressive surrounding these topics.
My opinion is that it seems foolhardy in this day and age to believe that you can limit photographs getting taken. Most if not all people walk around all day with a camera in their pocket. Most if not all people are not aware of the legal details surrounding photography.
But also: most if not all people will feel uneasy about taking pictures you’d object to in the first place without you needing to ask.