Friday, November 9, 2012

November 8, 2912. Blue Fog

 A busy long day, a friend asked us to model as a couple for a magazine cover, and I took advantage to get some shots down by the river since I don't go there much.
A funny story: As we were shooting, two drunk men come loudly down to the water, swearing and holding each other by the collar. To everyone's surprise they walk straight into the water (it was about 6 degrees out) and look like they were about to drown each other. Seems one was trying to force the other to swim across, but later was saying "lets cross together!" smiling but also swearing. After a while they finally sat down on the edge, wet, talking and occasionally going up in anger flares, yet you could oddly still tell they were friends. We left before them.

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