When I shot the photo above in 2008 I wondered which had arrived on the ground first. The trashed bottle? Or the azalea flower? Had they they travelled together in gust of wind and decided to rest on the bed of dead leaves before continuing on their way? I decided to keep walking and pick up the bottle on my return trip. But when I did, minutes later, the bottle was gone.
“The Old House in the Trees” is one of my favorite “street” photographs. I shot it with a small camera, long ago. To get the picture I had to pull my car off the narrow, shoulder-less, two-lane, hilly, twisting road and crunch my way through snow for a safe place to stand. When a delivery truck approached at the top of the hill I could see that my car would block its passage. I waved and smiled. The driver pointed at my car. I held up my camera and smiled again. The driver checked his rear view mirror, turned on his flasher lights, got out of his truck, and stood in the street to stop any other traffic from bothering me. I took a few shots, different angles and lighting, then thanked him. He waited patiently while I got back into my car and pulled back onto the road. We both waved, and I left.