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Just after capturing this image at dusk, I was in the zone, trying to frame the perfect shot. The light was just right, and I finally felt like I’d nailed it. Then, out of nowhere, an elderly gentleman appeared. With a furrowed brow and a voice that could rival a megaphone, he bellowed, "Hey! You can't stand there!"
Confused, I looked around as if he might be addressing someone else. But no, he was glaring directly at me, as if I were a rogue tree blocking his view of the sunrise. I sheepishly took a step back, as if my very presence stood in the way of some cosmic harmony only he could perceive.
"Sorry!" I called out, wondering if I had accidentally set up my tripod in an ancient sacred spot. He continued his tirade, waving his arms like he was conducting a symphony of disgruntlement. I couldn’t help but chuckle internally. I mean, who knew standing in the right place could be such a high-stakes business?
After he finally retreated, I found myself laughing at the absurdity of it all. At least I’d gotten my shot—just hopefully not on his personal “Do Not Stand Here” list.
Just after capturing this image at dusk, I was in the zone, trying to frame the perfect shot. The light was just right, and I finally felt like I’d nailed it. Then, out of nowhere, an elderly gentleman appeared. With a furrowed brow and a voice that could rival a megaphone, he bellowed, "Hey! You can't stand there!"
Confused, I looked around as if he might be addressing someone else. But no, he was glaring directly at me, as if I were a rogue tree blocking his view of the sunrise. I sheepishly took a step back, as if my very presence stood in the way of some cosmic harmony only he could perceive.
"Sorry!" I called out, wondering if I had accidentally set up my tripod in an ancient sacred spot. He continued his tirade, waving his arms like he was conducting a symphony of disgruntlement. I couldn’t help but chuckle internally. I mean, who knew standing in the right place could be such a high-stakes business?
After he finally retreated, I found myself laughing at the absurdity of it all. At least I’d gotten my shot—just hopefully not on his personal “Do Not Stand Here” list.