Baby in the street - call the cops!

When Officer Barr knocked on my door Saturday morning, it took me just seconds to guess the reason for his visit. And my guess was spot on - someone called the police when they saw me put my seven month old down in the street to take a photo. He asked if I’d been “out for a walk with my baby” earlier that morning, and I laughed and explained that I’m a photographer, and when it’s foggy in the morning I like to take the kids out for photos. That the quiet street makes a great setting. He did kind of a relieved exhale and said something like “I love calls like this - usually the person is like, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about!’” He took my name, DoB and phone number and was on his way.

I’m not mad about it - if anything I’m happy that people in the neighborhood are aware and concerned enough to report “suspicious” activity. It does strike me as odd that the person watched me put David down, take a photo, pick him back up, go back into the house and thought s/he needed to call the cops. Oh well, better safe than sorry, right?

In other news, Getty selected this photo the same day I put it on Flickr. That’s a new personal best!