It was Sunday morning and I had woken up at 8 o' clock. I had gotten everything loaded into the car and was still waiting for Becky to wake up to do the shoot. I called several times with still no answer. I figured she was still sleeping or in entirely too much pain from having her wisdom teeth pulled out the week before.
I often find myself wanting to explain myself when people see me carrying strange objects out to my car. A tacklebox, lingerie, and a set of full-sized angel wings. People must wonder what I'm up to. I can only hope that by having a camera slung over my shoulder, that is enough of an explanation for everyone who witnesses this oddity.
I arrived at Becky's at 10:30 only to find out she was sleeping, and in immense pain the night before. She had been ignoring my calls, thinking I was her doctor finally calling back to check up on the pain factor. When she realized I wasn't the doctor she said she would be out to my car in a minute, that she had to brush her teeth. She asked if bed-head was alright. I said it was more than fine. And probably better not to shower, because we'd be getting dirty. When she had gotten into my car and casually said "cig-thirty" I looked over and noticed bed wrinkles all over her cheeks and thought to myself, so this is what I look like when I come to work.
I asked if she knew where this abandoned barn was that she had told me about, because I've gone in search of it before and didn't even see it. Turns out I had missed the turn.
Of course when we arrived my best friend the no tresspassing sign was posted. No hunting, gaming, etc. ...well I didn't see No Photography. The barn was only 50 feet away from another house. Anything as little as taking your keys out of the ignition would have been within earshot of the owners.
We got Becky dressed as quickly as possible. I had to pin the angels wings, because she's so small. This seems to be a common thing for me. Pinning my possessions to fit to size on my tiny models. I'm used to it by now. When I had started to root through my tacklebox for makeup we heard footsteps and slipped into a small fit of panic, until we turned around and saw an old couple walking their dog. We could easily pack up and leave before they could do anything. But he smiled and waved in the distance. And when he got closer he said "Well that's a sight to see on a sunday morning... an angel." Becky and I let out a sigh of relief. That was almost too close.
We waited for them to pass by before we entered. Taking extra precautions. We explored everything from the well with the frogs in it, that I had almost fallen into, to the trench where we got really dirty, to inside the barn, where powertools had been left and new raftors and beams had been put in. As soon as I saw the raftors I thought to myself, I'm climbing that. And Becky must have known what I was thinking, because she mentioned getting pictures of her up in the raftors. I said "Of course, I was just thinking that"
After climbing all the ladders and walking across support beams like some weird level in Mario we decided that we were finished the shoot. Once we had made it back to the trench we heard a car driving down the road. I told Becky that it wasn't parked right outside the trench, that it sounded like it parked off in the distance. Becky went first, saying that if anyone questioned her she was just an angel. And I was no one. Just figments of their imagination. I asked if she could see them when she got to the end of the trench. She said she could see the car but no people. So we made a break for it. As we were getting back into my car we looked back to the barn. The driver of the car was now inside the barn walking around. I quickly turned the keys and we left.
Becky and I looked at each other, cracking up as we started speeding down back roads away from whoever wasn't actually chasing us.
We had both agreed that was another successful shoot with perfect timing.
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