On Dec 9, 2005, at 7:02 AM, Boris Liberman wrote:
This story has just a bit more of continuation... Back in 2004 we were driving around (I couldn't remember now why we drove that very way)... I saw a very nice scene and kindly asked Jostein to pull over so that I can take some shots. Eventually Jostein had to warn me not to point my camera in certain direction. After few questions and answers it became apparent that what he just wrote here was the reason.
Several years ago I was on one of my driving trips in rural Virginia looking for interesting photographs. I was deep in the backwoods on a dirt road. I saw a stunning landscape so I stopped the car and got out (no room to pull over) planning to explore the possibilities of the scene. Just as I had gotten my tripod set up and was mounting the camera, a very rough looking country fellow in bib overalls stepped out of the woods, rifle in hand. He didn't say a word, just looked at me really hard. At about the same time a breeze kicked up from his direction carrying the unmistakable smell -- a corn whiskey still. I packed everything back in the car as quickly as I could and continued on my way. Some people you just don't mess with.
Bob
