This past Sunday morning, I took a walk to Cedar Grove Cemetary. Cedar Grove is just around the corner from where I live in the Historic District. I knew when I saw a young man with a Marine buzz hair cut come to his door from his high rise, historic porch, that I was going to be questioned as to my camera and why I was taking photographs of flowers in his neighbor's yard. I knew it and I was prepared with my very tame answers. I am a photgrapher, that is all. But, he seemed to think that I was from the Historic (Hysteric) Society, and that I was out to document some error of taste on his property. People are so paranoid these days. I think I handled it pretty well.
This scenario, of paranoia in the world of photography, is not that uncommon nowadays.
I do love this time of year, however. And, Queen Street is like Disney World when you have a zoom lens.
Very tame and innocent.
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A morning walk to Cedar Grove Cemetery
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