"Will you travel?" my buddy Phil, a former OBX youth pastor, asked last spring right after he got engaged.
"Of course! Where to?" I remarked.
"Asheville, NC."
"Never been there. Sounds fun!"
It wasn't until later that we realized Phil and his bride Mallory wanted to get married in the middle of downtown Asheville, in front of God, guests, and anyone else who happened to be wandering by. Funny thing, Phil had also not mentioned that a few of his groomsmen had specifically been picked for their bouncer-type physique.
So, after the ceremony, we slipped off to this little park bench. The wedding party went around the corner so I could snap this hipster-style shot "alone". Afterwards, as Mallory was getting her dress bustled, Phil and I joined his groomsmen. Little did we know, they had been joined by two local homeless men. Of course, I was taking pictures. The next thing I knew there was a lot of yelling: "Are you stealing my soul? You better delete those pictures or I'm going to destroy your camera! I better not see pictures of myself on the internet!" (now you know why we don't have a picture of THAT moment). Using my Jedi mind tricks, I managed to talk the man down without having my brand new Nikon D3 take one for the team.
Moral of the story: when you're in the inner city, watch where you're pointing your camera.
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