The other day, I took this photo outside one of the units I usually take photos and one of the young men who live there came out and shouted abuse at me. He was drunk and threatened to call the police and have me charged; saying what I was doing was illegal. I was calm and said that I just photographed a flower; and it wasn't illegal, and for him to and finish his dinner (as that's what he had put down to yell at me) and walked away.
I took other photos of other flowers and walked back the same way - thinking it was over - but it wasn't. He came back out and yelled the same kind of abuse at me; this time flipping the two-ups at me. I really pity people like this.
Later on - about two hours later - his Nanna came up to my place in her wheelchair, scared, saying he was ranting, yelling around the house and asked if she could stay with me until her daughter came home (of course she could). And I stayed outside with until the rest of the family returned home. Her grandson destroyed all the blooms on the plants in the front garden so I couldn't photograph anything... ironically, they moved yesterday; and I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to these people who had become great friends of mine (all except that young man who had yelled at me).
Writer, poet, artist and prolific reader.... that's me.
I'm a collector of books, vinyls, coin purses and strange handbags... that's me too.
Otherwise, I love...
