I've been trying to get some new shots of Shirtless Running Guy for the spring season. I think he's got new shorts and running shoes to show off. Unfortunately, he's being elusive. Nothing surprising, and I will prevail.
In the meantime, somebody new has emerged, piquing my interest. It is Purple-Hooded-Cape Dude. I have seen him walking down my street a total of three times now. I have to say, for small-town Massachusetts, donning what appears to be a velvet purple hooded cape is making a pretty bold fashion statement. Good for him (I'm pretty sure this person's male--if not, sorry lady, I thought I saw a beard).
Today he walked past my house and drove the dogs into a manic, foaming-at-the-mouth frenzy. Immediately I jumped into action. With camera (well, actually phone, as my camera battery is deader than dead) in hand, I furtively moved through my back yard, pretending to search for dog bits to scoop. He had stopped and was crouched, his back to me, searching through a bag in front of my neighbor's house. I stood behind the cover our shed, peeking around the corner, waiting for him to be on his way so I could get a full shot of him in all his purple glory. As he got up and headed off, I ran to the other side of the shed, rushing toward our fence and the mass of sharp brambles ensconcing it. I got as close as possible, shoving my camera through the thicket while simultaneously shredding my arms (because shirt makers don't make sleeves long enough or I have freakishly long arms). And all I got was this:
Curses! A big, fat nothing. Makes him all the more intriguing, no? So now I have a new subject for my covert photography. If you're from my town and know this mystery person, let me know. I'll say hi and introduce myself. Maybe he'll let me take a proper picture to post. Otherwise, the pursuit