It was a nice afternoon. Dark Clouds with an orange setting sun. Light winds. Uncrowded down at the, normally crowded, pier. I saw these two and asked for a pic, The guy agreed and wore an expression that insinuated he was almost insulted that I had to ask.
Well I wouldn’t have normally. Nope.
I would have just ran around clicking away until I was told to fuck off.
Like this guy, who told told me where to go earlier in the day.
Oooh he was pissed when I took this pic. “DONT PONT THAT FUGGIN CAMERA AT ME” he bellowed.
So I fired a few more shots off.
And he started to move towards me quite furiously.
So I bolted, for about 20 meters then turned back to see him puffin and spitting tar onto the tram tracks.
I just wanted a shot because I thought he reminded me of the guy off the Fat Boy Slim album cover…
Of course when I got home and looked up the above image I realised I was way off and was just being an insensitive prick.
So anyway, I think I learnt something today.
Most people don’t mind having their picture taken by a complete stranger the majority of the time. So it’s just a courtesy to ask, which is nice.
If the subject is a freak, just spray and pray. Then run away.