I have a short fuse.

It’s not something I’m particularly proud of, and I’m doing much better, thank you. But like I said in an earlier post, I would love hood-mounted rocket launchers. And I’d use them, which is probably why the DMV has yet to grant my request for the license required.

This image is the perfect example of said short fuse. Not one of my finest moments, and the worst part was I had a witness to the absurd behavior that took place. My wife and I were up on this parapet thing on the Prague Castle, overlooking a rather pleasant scene. When we turned to leave, I noticed this scene, and instantly knew that for it to have any impact, it needed the perfect subject, walking perfectly through it.

And so it began.

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In addition to the short fuse, I’m also very, very stubborn, especially when I know what I want, and this is what I wanted. This lone gentleman, wearing a suit and not Bermuda shorts with sandals and socks, walking by himself, through this arch. Not too much to ask for, right?

Now, I don’t know if Ansel cursed the clouds while he waited for the perfect light to hit Half Dome, but I’d like to think he might have. If only because it might, in some small way, justify my behavior during the time I had to wait for the above gentleman, and he alone, to walk through my scene. But even then.