A couple of weeks ago I was sitting in the grass at the park taking pictures of flowers when some tattooed asshole on a bicycle accosted me. In a menacing tone, he says, "Are you taking pictures of my house?" I was in a bad mood so I snapped back at him, "I am taking pictures of flowers buddy, so fuck off and leave me alone." (I was kind of shocked at my own response) He then rode off on his bike without uttering a rejoinder. Today I was taking shots at the same park for about ten minutes before some guy yelled something out at me while he was driving by. I couldn't make out what he said. Another ten minutes passes by and a cop pulls up. The cop watched me take pictures for about 15 minutes. The picture you see above was the last shot I took. When I climbed back into my car, he took off. Maybe I'm only paranoid, but it sucks to think that I can't even enjoy my little hobby amongst the flowers and bugs without getting harassed. Perhaps I have unwittingly sparked a sordid mess of events and I am caught in the middle. Am I the victim of a case of mistaken identity? At least life is never boring. Anyways, that is the story behind this shot. I was only able to take one shot before it flew off.