By "empty field" I mean just that...no houses, sheds, shacks, teepees, barns, dog houses, outhouses, sheep pens, hovels...nothing, zip, nada. Just the old truck.
Of course I had to stop and get some pictures to cart back to my blog, but just as I was happily snapping away, a loud angry voice started shouting at me.
My heart dropped into my rubber boots as I turned and saw a large bearded man in a black tee-shirt and jeans, accompanied by a big black dog heading my way.
All the colour seeped out of my world when he hollered,
"Whaddya think yer doin'?!"
"Well, I'm just getting some pictures of this old car, if you don't mind. I mean, if you don't want me to, I won't," I squeaked in reply.
His surly retort? "Well, I don't have my shotgun with me...
I guess you look okay.
But really...you shoulda asked!"
I hurriedly grabbed a few more shots
and then motored on out of there.
Before I left, the guy informed me that the vehicle
was a 1948 or '49 Willys Jeep.
I guess that meant he'd forgiven me.
Can't say I felt the same towards him.
You did a fine job capturing that old machine with different effects.. and playing along accordingly with your words. You are multi-talented and a whole lot of fun.
ReplyDeleteBut the guy was an unpleasant sort.. initially. I suspect that truck might soon be a little bit rustier. (Why can't I escape potty humour with you?)
Okay, Hilary...you've got me stuck on the latest bit of potty humour that you've bowled my way! No matter how much I strain to squeeze out its punific (not to say punitive) meaning, I come up without issue. I hope my brain has not become lax and that you will ease its constipation with a complete anal-ysis of the deep dark meaning rooted in your words.
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OK.. I'll try (it's my potty and I'll try if I want to.. ). You need to liquify your thoughts.. but urine the right ball park. That old guy would have startled me and perhaps the rusty vehicle would have become pee-ticulalry rustier due to my nervous reaction.
DeleteAnd if you're still confused, just ask your Pee-iere. ;)
DeleteWell, I've PEE-red at your comments long and hard, Hilary, and see that my original aim at trying to read the writing on the wall was just a WEE bit off the mark. *YOU'RE IN ALL* ways full to the brim with running gags--no piddling around in that area for sure! But I hope this story isn't leaked, or that burly dude just might pop up on my doorstep, looking all flushed and pissed-off and then what'll I do-do?!
Delete"and then what'll I do-do?!"
DeleteYou'll grab the guy, look into each others eyes and then bowl each other over with a do-et - just like Urethra Franklin and Peebo Bryson.
Your name should be HILARIOUS rather than Hilary!!! :-D
DeleteWhen I saw the marks you'd left in the stark white tidy bowl of my comment box this morning the laughter just gushed out of me, and continued to trickle forth, tinkling throughout the day. *You're an eight* out of eight for sure on the laughter scale! (would have been ten out of ten prior to enforced cut-backs)
"You're an eight"... that's just... golden. ;)
DeleteGreat pictures and story! Thanks,
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Gillian. Thanks for stopping by and providing moral support.
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What was the song?
ReplyDeleteIf you go into the fields today, be ready for a big surprise...
Going in that field was like entering the vault of Big Bank!
You certainly captured and enhanced that wealth in your pictures!
Oh yes, a big surprise all right. It was no picnic and that guy was no teddy bear!
DeleteIf he hadn't been standing guard at the bottom of the field waiting for me to leave, I might have pilfered that vault for more photographic riches. I'm happy you feel enriched by what I managed to jam into my camera "pockets" before hightailing it out of there, back to the get-away car where my accomplice was patiently waiting.
;-)
Personally Lynne, I think it is his "secret-out-in the open" hiding spot for this gold hoarding.
ReplyDeleteOh ho!!! Who knows what riches lie beneath?! I think I'd rather not venture back to dig any deeper...
Deleterisking life and limb to get the shot - I am impressed.....and the shots do look worth it!
ReplyDeleteIf I'd known the situation I was walking in to, I might not have risked getting shot while getting the shot! But I'm glad it all worked out in the end and that you like the results. :-)
DeleteGreat story Lynne and fabulous photo-paintings!! Brava. Be careful! Art is dangerous.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes--one must suffer for one's art! Intentionally or not. :-D
DeleteI like the term you use--"photo paintings". More descriptive than digital art, and more accurate. I think I will use it in future, if you don't mind. I will credit you, though. ;-)
Such rusted beauty!
ReplyDeleteIn rust we trust! :-)
DeleteLes collectionneurs de vieilles voitures appellent cela "sorti de grange". Même avec beaucoup de bonne volonté...
ReplyDeleteOui, mais la beauté est dans l'œil de celui qui regarde, n'est-ce pas? Et cet auto-çi n'a même pas la chance d'avoir une grange d'en sortir!
DeleteMerci pour la visite!
Erk... some people just want to be unpleasant and push others around, don't they. Sounds like he has a bit of an anger problem. Still, lovely photos! :)
ReplyDelete"Erk" rhymes with the word that I think fits this fellow rather well! At least I was able to escape with a few pictures to share...as well as my life! I'm pleased that you like my loot!
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Even when it were new it never looked so good!
ReplyDeleteProbly not. Now she's lookin' good as a lawn orneryment.
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