Photographer Accidentally Hanged Herself!
Accident? Surely not. I suspect it was something else — and I think I’ve got proof somebody else was involved with her demise. Should I say something about it and talk to the police?
She wasn’t hanged with a noose. It was her camera strap that got her. Forget about the strap for a moment, it’s highly unlikely that anyone to get to that place where her body was found, much less have an accident there. Besides, l know the victim. At times, she can be impulsive, but she’s not totally stupid. There’s no way this was an accident.
Maxine was never my friend. Sure, I know her, but that doesn’t make us best buddies. We’re just colleagues. She’s a photographer, like me, and our paths cross, sometimes it’s too frequently for me. We’re different people with totally opposite personality types. Okay, l despise her. Let’s be frank about this. She’s always been a pain in my ass. She’d shoot her mouth off at the least appropriate things at the most inappropriate times. I won’t be celebrating her death, but I’m certainly not going to miss that vitriol of hers.
As I see it, this is what must’ve happened to her. That belligerent cow fell over the edge of this cliff while trying to get a picture of that bridge last night. Her camera strap got caught on something on the way down, and then she choked to death. Yep, this time she went way too far. Fat Maxine was, in part, strangled by her boneheaded impulsiveness. She was trying to prove something.
Fat? That’s unfair to say, I know, but it’s true. She is obese — and did a dumb thing. Who goes into a storm like that anyway? Sure, it’s a fine day today, but it poured down an ocean last night. Every experienced storm photographer knows the proper process when it comes to shooting lightning. Shoot the approaching storm, not the one that’s active overhead. When the rain starts, it’s over. The danger of being struck by lightning is far too great to stay — not to mention drowning expensive equipment too!
But there’s no telling Fat Maxine what to do. If you tell her she shouldn’t do something, she’ll do it to defy you, just to prove to that she can do it anyway. This time, that boneheaded foolishness got her killed. But how did she get past that tall, pointy fence? That’s what I want to know. This is where she must’ve had help. She’s too heavy to climb it. Top class athletes would find it difficult to negotiate. I don’t get it. Why go over the fence at all? She had her tripod with her. It’s taller than that fence! If her angle was obscured, all she had to do was extend the tripod’s crane and shoot over it!
Police said that she got on the other side of it, slipped on the mud and then fell. They found her mangled tripod at the base of the cliff. She, on the other hand, didn’t do down that far. Apparently, she started to slide down the cliff-face when the end of a tree root caught hold of the strap. She stopped just a few feet from the cliff’s edge and dangled there until she passed. Some morning jogger on the bridge saw her body hanging there. It was a shocking discovery, and it’s making headlines today. What I don’t get is why she didn’t use the equipment she had — and how on earth did she get on the other side of that fence? It shouldn’t have happened. It’s an impossible feat.
Sure, I never cared for her mouthy, unladylike attitude. I know I shouldn’t talk ill of her, but Fat Maxine is my way of distancing myself from that toxic personality. Despite our past and all the friction that went with it, I never wished her dead, not once. Her friends are upset that she’s gone. I just don’t understand why she died at all. She didn’t need to go so close the cliff’s edge to get her picture in the first place.
…more in SEETHINGS
Originally published at https://michaelformanevil.substack.com.