I Think We're in Deep Doo-doo Here!

I've been drooling over this wisteria-covered outhouse behind a boarded up old house for days.  This morning I decided to finally take my camera and get the picture I've been "coveting" on the way home from church.  I guess I didn't plan very well, because we invited 4 college students and a single man for dinner, so we were a caravan of four cars.  We pulled off the road onto the once-graveled parking area so I could get out and snap my picture.  (Actually, four pictures, just in case.)  As I turned away, I saw from the corner of my eye that a man was walking down the hill in my general direction, but I didn't make a connection until Herb said as we continued on our caravan-way, "You do know you were in someone's back yard, don't you?"  "What?" I said, "It's just an abandoned house."  "No," he replied, "there's a house behind it and that lawn is cared for."  Thus speaks the family grass-mower!  And I, usually the observant one, still can't picture ever seeing a house besides the boarded up one; I've only ever had eyes for that delightful outhouse!

After we got home, Jim (the last car in the caravan, so the last to pull away) told us that the man did indeed come up to him and ask what we were doing.  Jim told him that we were taking a picture of the outhouse.  After several seconds' reflection, the man just shrugged and said, "Oh."  Oh, my goodness, I felt terrible--but also thankful that the man didn't come toting a shotgun!  (That wouldn't be unheard of around here!)  I jokingly asked Jim if he reassured the man that we weren't actually using his outhouse?  I would have thought they'd be used to people stopping to take pictures of their photogenic outhouse--or am I the only one crazy enough to think it's beautiful?  Anyway, I'm thankful that my photographic urges didn't land us in deep doo-doo!  And maybe it's time to invest in a telephoto lens so I exercise my photographic instincts from the edge of the public road!