The life of a photographer. I spent about an hour of my morning in the cellar of a strange mans house. Scenes from every scary movie Ive ever seen came crashing into my brain. His property was out in the country and was loaded with wood planks, barn wood and who knows what else so I pulled over and asked him if I could buy some. He was happy to help but needed me to bring the wood down to the cellar with him so he could cut it up. So of course I walked down into this dank, dark and cobweb invested cellar loaded with saws, hammers and a million other tools that could cause damage to my body without a care in the world. Okay....I did take a picture of him and sent my husband his photo and the address just in case I came up missing. This man is a Vietnam vet, college professor and, after talking with him for awhile, I realized that he is probably a genius with a severe hoarding problem. You just never know who youre gonna meet. #lookingforwoodinallthewrongplaces
Posted on: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 17:40:35 +0000
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