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There's a dip in the road where the creek occasionally flows, with tall grass, full trees, and the allure of moving water. It's mostly runoff, but rather picturesque in its own right. It's a beautiful spot. One afternoon while investigating a car parked where it is unusual to see a car, I was startled by a young man coming out of the grass with a camera. He looked embarrassed and apologetic, but didn't have to explain anything to me. I understood. A few days later I had to swerve a bit to avoid hitting a woman getting an easel out of her car, parked on the side of the road where there really isn't room to park. I waved at her. I understood. We're the ones with cameras, notebooks, paints, forever looking over our shoulders wondering if were making anyone suspicious, and feeling suspect for being drawn to something most people just walk or drive past.
These are the people I wish I encountered more often.
The people for hippohank.
Hello?
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