Friday, January 16, 2009
Walking to the Hangar
This photo and the next were taken along the path that we use to go to the hangar, which is on the outskirts of the city. I felt like a spy, trying to get the photos. Whenever I found myself alone on the path, I tried to quickly compose a shot and take it before anyone else came along to wonder why I was out there alone, taking pictures. Then I would walk along with the camera dangling in the folds of my skirt so that no one would notice it. Eventually (It was right after a policeman appeared on a hill in front of me) it got so nervewracking that I gave up.