Fighting The Recession

Yeah, I know. Harsh. This white-van-man delivery driver was parked up in a leafy park. [He may well have been working for 24 hours straight and was desperate for a nap. Or, it was a warm day and the environment had soothed him to sleep.]

Either way… I was standing on tiptoes to get my lens through the part-rolled down window. My other half was doing her best a) not to laugh and b) pretend she wasn’t with me! My first attempt had camera shake. This was my second. He woke with a start on the C-L-A-N-G of the shutter. “Morning…” I smiled. It was about 3:30pm. He was non-nonplussed. And I was gone.