My "being watched" experience unfolded during a lunch break in downtown Greensboro, North Carolina. I enjoyed imaging the architectural details of nearby buildings and engaging in street photography for an hour each day when one day two plainclothes cops arrived at my office and interrogated me at length about my intended use of the images I was making (I also conducted my own photo business then). It was demanded that I come to the police station and provide a report of my where-abouts and what I was taking pictures of each day including ALL of my paid photo assignments and submit the report every week. I had to do that for more than a year whether I was at a local park, at lunch, out of town for a wedding and anywhere else I happened to take my Nikons. What was done with these reports I was never told. One day I simply stopped sending in the reports and have not heard from anyone since. BIG BROTHER is ALIVE.
"Great things are not done by impulse but by a series of small things brought together." Vincent Van Gogh