This is the one who asked "What country are you from?" last week. That day, she also took her glasses off and actually tried to give me a kind of mean look with her eyes that I take it is supposed to keep me under the spell. Seriously--that's exactly what she did. I laughed. If I see her ugly face again, I file a police report.A perfect exposure, by the way. I've learned that glare, to varying degrees, is distracting in a photo. The objects in the frame that are in shadow here might seem a little dark, but it's the proper trade-off to minimize the glare from the sun blasting on her fat arm. In hindsight, I can't believe I went around taking shots for a month or so without a U.V. filter. Silly me.
And to be sure, last week when I didn't react to her interrogation by answering as if I was scared, instead telling her to stop harassing me, she basically ran away. Today she ran away twice when I tried to get a better shot. I'm a dedicated photographer. This shot does the job, but it's rather pedestrian, wouldn't you say?
A pink watch, yet. Grow the fuck up.
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