Spreeshooting:

It was a sunny Saturday. Rio and I had a date. The warm weather was just perfect for a walk on the Spreeriver. At least he believed so. I thought the nice Summerday was much better for a little photo-shooting. I arrived early at the agreed meeting-point, along with my “equipment”, the camera and my long leather-boots: a bank right under a weeping willow tree whose branches were reaching right down into the water.

Ignoring the passer-bys and cyclists and their nosy looks, I put on my thighhighs. With my newspaper I sat down on the bank. Suddenly I heard a loud “Wow!” from a very well familiar voice: Rio was there.

Slowly he came closer and stammered “You are wearing boots!”. “As you see”, responded I smilingly. Then I gave him the camera:” I have a job for you.” He immediately understood. But he had a hard time, forcing himself to capture me through his lens from a distance.

As I started to walk and pose in my boots, I often had to remind him to concentrate! The poor guy had lots of trouble to do his job professionally...tststs.