17th
Right. So I got my camera back up and running, and uploaded the photos from yesterday to my Flickr account. Hooray. I’ve posted several of the photos from my walk yesterday here— I was taking the shortcut on the bank alongside the train tracks, like I usually do, and taking photos of everything, like I usually do.
Pretty train, pretty tracks.
Normally I’m nimble and quick when I dip across the bank by the tracks, and no one is the wiser.
When I was taking this photo though, I saw something bright blue in the viewfinder.
I got up closer, and took a shot of this rusty tin can and cookie tin-thing, in what I think is a rabbit hole. I’m not sure what rabbit holes look like, but I think this is definitely one.
So, er, then I got worried for the rabbits, and took it out. Someone might have shut them in, and I couldn’t help picturing these half-starved baby bunnies, huddling at the end of a dark dirt corridor behind this giant scary blue tin.
So here I am, rescuer of tiny bunnies, removing the tin. Hooray.
And noticed there was a plastic bag poking out of it, so I opened it. And there were PHOTOGRAPHS inside.
Naughty photographs.
And other oddnesses.
But some of them were of these women.
Or woman. I can’t really tell, but it definitely looks like there’s one woman who shows up in several of the photographs.
I guess they’re some sort of art project?
Except I have no idea why they’d be sitting in a box in a hole in the grass.
I wasn’t sure if I should leave it there, or not. I couldn’t in good conscience put it back in the rabbit hole.
But I guess fate stepped in. At that point, a train pulled up and literally STOPPED in front of me. The conductor rolled down his window and told me in a very stern voice “miss! you are not allowed to be here, this is private property.” Damn. He literally held up the train there until I crossed back to the nearby train platform. Guess he thought I was a jumper. I grabbed the box without thinking, and brought it home. No idea what to do with it now. But it’s in my bedroom. Frame it? Send it away for publication as a weird found art piece? Maybe I’ll do a poll.
