Boy did this lady have a problem with me taking her picture! It wasn’t like I meant to go into the ladies room, the sign on the door was ambiguous at best. Once inside I was drawn to the orange hued rust that crackled the lines on the closed stall door, and thought a macro of it would look just stunning with the florescent overhead lights reflecting off the chipped green paint that surrounded the decay within. I’d heard none of the tell tale sounds that would give away the fact that someone was occupying said stall, and I guess my lens was longer than I had estimated while looking through the viewfinder and inching my way ever closer to the stall door. I heard the light tap of the end of the lens gently grazing the beckoning rust and heard the squeal of the hinges as the door crept slowly open. I started snapping the shutter button as rapidly as I could, not wanting to loose the shot as I’d finally achieved focus, when the door had finally completed it’s swing inward only to reveal….oh wait, this is just another picture of the sunset out at Willow Lake in Prescott Arizona. Oops.
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