Much of the area (Gratiot and Chene/Mr. Elliot/McDougal) is a perfect location for some photo shoots I have in mind, but unfortunately it really pushes even my boundaries for safety, which is saying quite a lot.
I didn't see any pheasants this time, but while documenting some escaped garden sweat peas and hibiscus, a john accompanied by an unleashed pit bull, holding his prostitute by the hair and scruff of her neck darted out of the bushes. Even though they were only yards away, I've found that pretending you are not there is generally the best response. It worked well the majority of the time, as I was only offered Detroit's finest pharmaceuticals two separate times.
More photos later tonight.
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