Wish I were superman

I've always told you before when I had odd encounters while out taking my photos.
This one crossed the line from odd to completely unsettling.

This area might look secluded from where I'm standing, but really it's not. I'm right by a moderately busy road and a side walk where people often pass by jogging or walking their dogs. I'm barely a five minute walk from my home.

I had my back to the road and was checking the photos on my camera when a pickup truck with two young guys drove by. The one on the passengers side was hanging out the window and he shouted at me, "What the F--- are you taking pictures of, you stupid little B----?!"

I was quite shaken by this, and honestly, scared. I was imagining them doubling back... wondering if I could use the tripod as a weapon, wondering where all the joggers and dog walkers were when I needed them... thinking about the beginnings of all those crime scene investigation shows...

I followed my standard protocol for such situations: snapped one more frame so that there would be a record of the last minute I was alive, collapsed my tripod, and headed straight home.

Maybe I'm over reacting, but I really felt frightened and unsafe, in my own town, minutes from my home, in broad daylight... and it's just not a good feeling.

Some days I wish I had a photographer.

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