Walking in the mornings is usually a quiet, personal affair.
This morning differed.
While walking looking for pictures to take, my camera still in my bag, on a quiet suburban street a man almost knocked me over while he sped in his car around the corner.
OK, maybe forgot something at home, having a bad day or just another idiot.
But then 5 minutes later at other end of the street, pulls up hard directly in front of me (I am about to cross the road). My camera had just been pulled from my bag, set up exposure ready for a picture I knew was around the next corner.
"WHAD R YU DOIN MATE? TAKIN PITURES!"
"good morning, I have not taken a picture yet this morning. I'm a photographer, pictures are what I do."
I turned and walked away as he reached for something on his front seat.
Around the next corner I took my picture I knew was there.
8:15am 15/12/09.
Just another idiot.