Main Street, downtown Dallas, Tx. I got the feeling somebody was watching me. Felt like I was being followed. I looked around, thought it might be Boston Blackie, or Dick Tracy hiding in the shadows watching me while I scoured the crowds for the perp. Who knows what's going to happen in Dallas. Then I saw it. Bigger than I could imagine. It must have been at least three stories tall. I'll bet it could have seen me if I had been behind a building. Well at least I was safe, it was behind a wrought iron fence. Unless???????????
Somebody's Watchin' You
by Dean Singleton February. 03, 2016 2517 views
In one of my photo groups I'm called Super Photo Man because even at 70 I'm able to take hand held shots sharper than many of the younger shooters because of a steady hand. They claim that I either stop my heartbeat to take the shot or don't have one.