March 3, 2010
Saw the tripod. Then the production crew. Then this thought: Students on a shoot.
Wrong.
Moved closer, trying to be unintrusive.
Sore spot! She, bristling, turned, moved to block this photographer's view! No words exchanged.
Kept circling, bobbing and weaving, until a desired shot. Not sure what disturbed them but the image on the white jacket clarified that they weren't H-students.
I “stumbled” upon them as I was leaving campus for the day. Thus, this counts as a “Commute.”