January 2009

“I picked up my camera and tripod and looked for a quick get away; someone in a white car slowed and looked at me from across the street, they then turned in my direction as I back peddled toward the woods. They slowed again and then took off in the direction they came from. They could have simply been lost and wondering what I was doing, but I was already in escape mode. They didn’t look like the most friendly of characters.”