Just before 8 a.m., our house begins to shake from the rumble going on outside. I open the front door and see a crew tearing up the street. I grab my Oly and start taking pictures. I'm standing in my front yard when the foreman comes up to me.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking pictures," I say.
"We don't like that."
"Why? Am I breaking the law?"
'No. We just don't like having our pictures taken. Why are you out here with a camera?"
"It's unusual to hear so much commotion and see a crew fifty yards in front of our house. It's interesting."
"Don't post anything on Facebook."
"Sure."