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Outside drizzle not seen except through silhouettes of trees. An old Nikon swings from the strap on my neck. I get excited about the tree next to the most photographed tree. I let my finger rest on the wet trigger and never shoot.
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
Places Where Cameras Shy
Outside drizzle not seen except through silhouettes of trees. An old Nikon swings from the strap on my neck. I get excited about the tree next to the most photographed tree. I let my finger rest on the wet trigger and never shoot.
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
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