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This morning I moderated the following comment regarding this post:
I understand that you are upset. So …if the camera is too much for you to bear, I’ll happily accept it as a gift. Just tryin’ to help a pal…
Sorry Anulla, I can’t do it. Had I given my camera to you, that would mean once I bounced back from my malaise I would have to take back my old camera from Mr. Heather. Today I bounced back. What’s more, Mr. Heather took his “new” camera with him as he accompanied me on my first “walk” since being hassled by the police last week.
Wanting to make sure my husband wasn’t using his new toy to “case” houses or take salacious pictures of women changing in front of open windows, I looked at what he shot. The following (located on Herbert Street) was my favorite.
I will refrain from criticizing Mr. Heather’s composition. I have two art degrees: he doesn’t.
The same goes for the anatomical knowledge of the person who drew the above image. While lacking ears, the rather lengthy, hairless tail suggests the above animal is a rat. I always thought mice liked cheese, but we’ll let that go.
Hmm. What do labor unions erect in front of buildings that upset them? Wait. Give me a minute… I know this one…
Oh, that sweet Mr. Heather of mine!!! It takes me right back to our wedding day: after getting married at Brooklyn Municipal Hall our best man (who was a woman, our best man was a lesbian— or the other way around) took a picture of us in front a giant scab-busting rat. That was the photo we sent to our respective parents announcing our wedding.
Organized labor, my wedding day and lunch at Fernando’s afterwards…
Ah, memories…
H
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