Re: Zapping Camera Problem

[G. Morgan <graham@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

ABLE1 Wrote:

>And by " unify the grounds" do you mean to connect or bond to building
>ground as well??

Yes, he means to run a jumper between the ground rod at point of service
(meter) and your ground rod.

I would get rid of the rod and 50' wire, it's an antenna for lightning.
If it has near 90 degree bends it's worthless anyway.

If you insist on a path to ground, clamp the camera chassis to a metal
beam or cold water pipe on the building as close as possible with 12 AWG
or fatter (five feet or less).

Or better, run EMT to the cameras and bond them using a j-box clamped to
the building frame.  You can install ground loop isolators to keep the
picture from messing up.

You can also connect the ground to some existing EMT used for high
voltage if no other source is there, but I believe that's against code.
To make it legal, install a real power supply (not the wall-wort type)
that has a ground to the electrical Earth, you can ground the cameras to
it's chassis.  It may get expensive to involve electricians at this point
- up to you.  Does the place have their own maintenance men that can
legally power-up a new P/S for you?












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