She's really closer than she looks. Promise.
I sat in my car at the botanical gardens reading my paper and watching the rain. Having parked by the rose garden in a gentle drizzle, I sat back in my seat to enjoy my coffee and newspaper. I had the place to myself - until two women appeared beside my car with bags of camera gear and tripods.
Mind you, I realize this is a public area, but one gal set her tripod just a few feet from my window and aimed in my direction. I felt pretty self-conscious and kept hoping the increasing drizzle would send them packing. Nope. They just covered their cameras with shower caps. I discretely raised my window the rest of the way and sat there getting steamy from the lack of ventilation and my sense of having my morning reverie thwarted. I mean - how do you dip your toast with someone watching? ( I'm able to leave my windows down in a light drizzle because I stack paper towels on the door armrest that contains the electronics - works pretty well.)
I decided it wasn't worth the aggravation and drove to another park. It's a busy metropark. I have a different mindset there and relished watching people unloading their bikes and walking their dogs. The botanical garden doesn't allow either activity.
I really dislike the discomfort I experienced when those two photographers invaded 'my' space. I mean - who made me queen of the universe? What's that all about? Get a grip, Cathy. Do you ever have similar experiences when 'your space' seems violated? Or am I just turning into a hopeless curmudgeon? Say it ain't so.