>I was checking out the yard in Pueblo one Saturday morning in 1974. I had a
new Pentax ES II with a long lens and my new crystal controlled scanner
listening to the Santa Fe ( I think). Unfortunately, I also had a
camouflage jacket that I had traded to get from a Special Forces trooper
while In Viet Nam. I guess, I might not have shaved that morning.<
>This whole thing ends when he finally creeps close enough for me to show him
>that I am a real Major in the real Army and that the GUN reported by a
>passing motorist is really my new camera and that the guy dressed as a
>terrorist is really just me.
Must be something about long lenses on overpasses 'cause I had the same
thing happen to me - but in the wilds of eastern Montana. I probably did
have on an older army jacket (love those big pockets) - - - but I am sure
I shaved that morning. <g>
Lara
Lara Hartley
Photographer
Desert Dispatch
130 Coolwater Lane
Barstow, CA 92311
"It is easier to accept the message of the stars than the message of the
salt desert. The stars speak of man's insignificance in the long eternity
of time; the desert speaks of his insignificance right now."
Edwin Way Teale - Autumn Across America, 1956
-> SPORRS: Serious Photographers of Railroad Related Subjects
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