My neighbors, they think I’m nuts. I’m pretty O.K. with this considering that where I live, “nuts” is a relative term. I mean seriously, am I nuttier than the dude who wears speedos to do yardwork or maybe the people with the plastic flamingos? I don’t know. I Don’t really care either, guess I just kind of fit in somehow.
The reason that they are probably committed to this crazy assumption revolves around my frequent front yard ramblings with my freakishly large (to them anyways) lens. I’ve been known to inch the door open and take pictures out the crack, or to wander around near my mailbox staring somewhat aimlessly into the Cypress Tree. I’ve stalked around the side of the house, and I’ve run down the street holding my camera before. What probably really has them convinced is that I LAY DOWN to take some of my photos, and sometimes, they can’t see what I’m taking a photo of. I flatten out on the ground and come back up with leaves, branches, and whatever else stuck to me. I look like I’m hunting right there in the front yard. I guess they are right; I am crazy. Oh well, I’ve gotten some pretty neat photos out of my insanity. Those shown here are just what I have on my computer, there are many more, many much clearer pictures on my external hard drives, I just don’t have time to dig them all up tonight.