Last November, a friend and myself were out in the backwoods of Honea Path. We were taking pictures to make a book for our friend Torrie who had recently departed. We found this cute little log on the side of the road. So we thought..."Hey, let's sit on the log and take a picture."
Innocent enough right?

The owner of the land found us and inquired about our intent on his land.
This was the conversation:

Owner: "What ya'll kids doin?"

Us: "Taking pictures."

Owner: "Of What?"

Us: "Each other."

Owner: "Why?"

Us: "Um...we're done. We're on our way. Sorry we intruded."

Next day there was a "No Trespassing" sign.

Last night I was driving by and noticed that there was barb wire wrapped around the log. What the crap! It's a log...you know a big stick. I mean really...obsess much?

What could he be thinking? Perhaps it went something like this...

He's lying in bed...tossing and turning in his sleep. His dreams are filled with two twenty-somethings making money selling prints of his log that is sitting helplessly beside the side of the road. He awakes screaming...

"BOBBY GIT SOME BARB WIRE AND YER GLOVES! WE GOT TO COVER THAT THERE LOG SO AIN'T NOBODY GON MAKE PICTURES OF IT AND MAKE MONEY. I AIN'T GON HAVE NO MORE OF THEM CITY KIDS SITTIN ON MY LOG."

He's only made it more aesthetically pleasing. Now I want to take pictures.

Wednesday, May 12, 2004 | 2:35 PM | LINK |