No, I didn’t bomb anything. I don’t have the secret recipe for a “dirty bomb” – which makes me think of an explosive Hustler magazine every time I see that term – and I don’t belong to anything that’s “Al” something… Al Qaeda, Al Bundy… none of that.

I was walking about today, and yesterday and the day prior taking photos. It started out innocently enough around my own place of residence. Then went to a park, taking pictures of water, grass (lawn grass), and birds for an image I decided to make.

So today, I decide to take a picture alongside a building and it’s surroundings. Mind you, this was after I walked into this building which has a credit union, deposited a check, talked to the security guy for directions to a store I had no idea where it was located and then the weather, then walked out. The whole time, my camera is visible in my hands.

I go outside, take a picture of some flowers they had just planted, some weird clouds in the sky, and whatnot. Next thing I know, I have two cops physically on my back and arms asking me if I’m a terrorist, if I had explosives in my car, and above all, which religion did I believe in. After quickly answering that I’m Christian – okay, that’s a stretch, but I do try – and I have nothing explosive in my car unless they count me after a couple bean burritos from Taco Bell and perhaps my subwoofer in the trunk, and I was taking pictures of nature for some spring images I was doing for my upcoming photoblog redesign. After showing them 158 pictures from the last three days where the only lone thing that was alive outside of my dog, a few birds, was a semi-alive fish from a creek in my back yard… they decided to leave me alone.

Not so much of an apology. And that one cop had way too much of a grip on my ass. And I’m now left wondering what would have happened if I had said “yes” to any of their questions.