I've been on a self-imposed hiatus of sorts, waiting out a resolution to a rather unpleasant situation I've let myself get sucked into.
If any of you have ever let spectators fire off any of your pieces, this could be you.
Divorce is bad, and when children are involved it gets especially nasty, and people involved in divorce will do crazy things to each other just out of spite. And often friends and even casual acquaintances are caught in the crossfire.
I was shooting the Napoleon at a friend-of-a-friend's house, who I just recently met and have not known long enough to be prepard for the 'stuff' that was about to hit the fan.
His soon to be ex-wife is batcrap crazy.
So the kid mixed up in this mess was there that weekend, and boys will be boys. He really wanted to shoot the cannon. It was fine with his dad, so I let him touch off a shot. He got a real kick out of it, everyone had fun and when I left I was sure that it had been a good day.
I didn't now that the new girlfriend (antagonist) was filming this on her cellphone camera.
About a week later I get a visit at work from a man in a suit. Seems the crackhead ex saw the photos, freaked out, and wants me prosecuted for 'endangering' her child. Everyone involved agrees that this is totally bogus, she's just making a big stink because of the impending divorce and custody fight, but I have to wait out the wheels of bureaucracy to make sure that this is going to go away.
In the meantime I've been keeping the artillery out of the limelight, and not saying or doing anything that might escalate the situation. It's pretty much over now, all parties involved have gone on to newer and bigger squabbles.
The really bad part is that I've been neglecting my real friends to keep a low profile. I should've been with my regular shooting buddies, but for a few weeks in a row we just couldn't seem to get everyone's schedule to jive. So I accepted the invitation to go and shoot at a virtual stranger's home and got a lot more than I bargained for.
I'm through slinking around. I've done nothing wrong, and these two idjits can go on with their messy little lives without me. I do feel sorry for the kid, though.
And I'm building again. More on that a little later...