

I was photographing this dandelion the other day; baby asleep slung to my chest; and some random stranger marched up to me and said, quite confrontationally, ' What are you photographing down there?' I managed to mumble, out of fear of waking the baby and also gentle humiliation, 'Oh, just the dandelion.' He looked at me quisically... I looked for some justification - 'It's for a project I am doing'. I felt like saying ... 'as if it is any of your goddamned business!' Why can you never do strange things in peace?
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