The occupation that I chose to document is one that most people see in only black and white. And the feelings most people have towards the workers in this job are as varied as the colors; people either hate the person doing the said job, or they do not mind them. Such is the life of a traffic officer at BYU. I chose not to show their faces to help protect their anonymity but also to protect their self worth (maybe you can catch a glimpse of them lurking in the sacred parking lots of BYU campus seeking to destroy the lives of unsuspecting, innocent students). Each photo captures how pompous the officer appears to be as he writes a ticket and how glorified she looks as she sits in a booth restricting the visitor parking to none other than...visitors. In reality, these photos show how mundane and repetitive the life of writing tickets and maintaining parking privileges can be. The progression from crisp, clear images to a final blurred image represents the focus that is required during a hard days work of indulging in others pain, to a mixture of drudgery and regret (for the student) as the officer finds yet another ticket to write.