To each his own. To me my own.

Define IRONY…

Well, actually it came by way of the 5 o’clock news this evening.

There’s a strangeness that no one can quite put their finger on. In a suburb right outside of my lovely town, a little girl was photographed. By a stranger. Playing in the snow. Zipped up tight to her nose in fluffy coatings and wintry garb. That’s right folks, a picture was taken.

Let me say first, I’m not trying to make light of any sort of potentially dangerous situation, particularly that which involves a child. But I’ve gotta say, there are some things with this ‘story’ that just don’t jive well with me.

The story as told by an 8-year old girl starts with her playing down the street from her house, and looking up to see a man taking a snapshot of ‘her’. She ran home to tell her mother. Mom is then broadcast all over the evening news rolling her eyes and saying “the thought of a sick, perverted man having a picture of my daughter infuriates me”. Every. Ten. Minutes. Well yeah lady, I have a daughter. That particular thought would infuriate me too.


Let’s say for the sake of argument – there was this man going down the road with his wife driving (the little girl reported he was in the passenger seat – with no description of the driver) who decided to take a few rare southern snow pics, like I had the urge to do my own self today. The little girl (or other children) just happened to be in the general vicinity of where the camera was faced. Hell, it’s happened to me many times – I’ve just never been ‘accused’ of anything. But then again… I’m female. Hey, somebody had to say it…

Through many years of photography, I of course have my own photo library. Rather than a subject who happens to be laced, zipped and velcroed all the way up to their nostrils in the dead of winter – I’m quite sure a few of mine are on a public beach (Gasp**) in bathing suits! Certainly they weren’t the intended subjects of the frame – but what if they had been? This is what it’s come to. Yes, this. Here and now.

I must give credit to my Dad and his eagle-eye on this subject, as it was he who called and brought me up to speed on the said situation-at-hand. Yes, it’s pretty bad when you can’t be your normal self anymore. To be forced to avoid situations we’ve not only been accustomed to all our lives but have been raised to admire, respect and enjoy. Now we have to worry about staring a little too long, if at all… whether anything we say might be perceived as a prelude to an abduction… not to mention the subjects that might happen to be in the general vicinity of our cameras… need I even go on? And if you don’t worry about it… well you’d better worry about it. I don’t wish to downplay the possibility of a legitimate threat on this particular story. What I wish to up-play is the fact that we can’t snapshot a timeless moment anymore, without the fear of consequences.

Because this is where we are.

But Bon, where on earth is this irony you speak of? You really mucked this title up – wayyy off!!

Here we go, folks. In between sessions of Mom rolling her eyes and speaking of Joe Pedophile staring at photos of her little girl – a lighter, more airy segment flashed up where us viewers got the chance to see submitted photos of the snow aired on tonight’s edition of the local news. How sweet and funny they were, too – most submitted anonymously. Anything from snowmen, to sledding, to children playing, to pets playing, to…. hey BACK UP just a minute. Did you just say children playing????

IMHO the persons behind each of these two segments had to be on two different wavelengths, in two different buildings. In two different cities. With no communication tools. Ahem, you get my drift. Speaking of drifts…

Just be careful where and what you point those cameras at.

Story as seen on WBTV news


8 responses

  1. It’s come to a point where taking a snapshot of something or someone so charming ( for posterity) will get one arrested is such a scary thought.

    December 28, 2010 at 8:16 am

    • Bonnie

      You’re right, it IS a scary thought indeed. Thanks for stopping by! 🙂

      December 29, 2010 at 9:49 am

  2. Yes, Bonnie, I agree with you. This is where we are, and it’s sad. I’m not sticking up for the irate mom who had no regard for the possibility (likelihood) that she was accusing an innocent person just wanting a photo of snow and maybe a child at play in it. I think she was way out of line. What’s sad is so many abductions taking place. I doubt that an abductor would snap a photo and leave. This makes little sense to me. Yet, parents are concerned these days like never before. We have to think before we snap a photo, I guess, if we don’t want to be falsely accused.

    Thank you for a great post warning bloggers of the dangers that are out there. Blessings to you, Bonnie…

    December 28, 2010 at 12:07 pm

    • Bonnie

      We’re at a bad spot in time. This is, of course, only one topic, but the whole story and irony of the submitted snow pics with kids in them sent in was just too much for me in this instance. Those two stories just seemed to totally clash to me, maybe it’s just me! Blessings to you, dear Carol Ann…

      December 29, 2010 at 9:51 am

      • I wonder if they were aired one after the other purposefully to subliminally suggest that the first story was one of over-reaction. Either way it was there: Irony. Exactly.

        December 29, 2010 at 10:45 am

      • Bonnie

        You know, I hadn’t even considered that. Excellent observation…

        December 29, 2010 at 7:07 pm

  3. izziedarling

    This is good, Bon. And the irony of the two segments – ridiculous. On a different note, have a very Happy New Year! *iz

    December 28, 2010 at 7:06 pm

    • Bonnie

      Thanks Iz – yeah the irony of it was something else, wasn’t it? I hope you and yours have a very Happy New Year!! 🙂

      December 29, 2010 at 9:53 am

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