Harry0 Loc: Gardena, Cal

I was much younger then.
2nd photog at the wedding/reception (Me- bride and groom. He- bride;s mom.
Mi assistant/affilialte was a 5'10" Brazilian light skinned mulatto female. Gay. Hot.
Between the 2 of us, we had the same taste in cameras, procedures and women.
We were friends with the bride, groom, and half the wedding party.
A lot of alcohol, banter and innuendos followed.
A youngish small female had sidled up to us, asking questions, seemingly interested.
Then she offered. She wants to come with. ??!?!
Somehow she thought we were a traveling itinerant wedding/reception/event photog company.
She (said she) was 19, getting over an ex, and enjoyed being a part of these conversations.
I thought about it. We had like 6 more successive weekends lined up. Could have been a good gasket.
But my partner had more sense and less alcohol than i, so they talked about it.

via the lens Loc: Northern California, near Yosemite NP

My strangest occurrence was in Cuba. I was doing street photography and a wild-looking older woman that I had just shot saw me and did not like what I was doing. She had a big stick in her hand and came for me. I started walking very fast and I could feel the wind of her stick at my back as she struck out toward me and I broke into a trot and disappeared into the crowd. I thought afterward that I could have been arrested and thrown in jail...a close call.