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Feb. 13th, 2006
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Feb. 13th, 2006 05:31 pmthis dog never puts her tongue back in her mouth. i asked the man who was walking her, 'is she old?' he said, 'yes, 10 years.' then i started to shoot her tongue, and when she got bored, turned and tried to walk away, the man stood in her way, and pushed her with his thighs, saying 'hey you go back there' - i felt embarrassed for him. so i guess if you want to be a street photographer, you should move to russia, yugoslavia, or china, where they actually push things into your camera, expecting nothing at all in return (ok, i know nothing about china or yugoslavia, it was a conjecture). i said, 'she's a kind dog, it just shows' (сразу видно, добрая собака), and touched her head, apologetically. then i left them, and thought: 'i wish poemtree met this dog instead.' because she would make a good story out of it, since that's exactly her sort of plot - sick, sad, with a huge potential for hidden pity. i planned to make this post lively, but after seven hours in the woods my legs hurt and i sound like a sad dog myself.
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