Devil in me
As I am trudging thru the jungle, sweat pouring off my face and onto my camouflage, balancing my heavy equipment …. Wait …. Wait …. Wait … This is insane, that’s not me; why would I be in the jungle without a rifle exposing myself to jaguars and panthers or worse, poisonous snakes and spiders? As I slowly awake from this nightmare (caused by sitting in the Adirondack for far too long without a refreshment in sight) I am aware of facing down this squirrel thru my long lens. Reflex takes over and I press the shutter button. And just remember, you saw it here first! Documented proof that squirrels like fruit. You all remember now that tomatoes are a fruit and not a vegetable. I am glad that I am a safe distance away and there is no way that I am tempted to fight this little warrior for the fruit of my wife’s labor. (oh that sentence is just chock-full of metaphors). I have it from someone who has firsthand experience with the viciousness of these creatures. So, the devil in me decides that this is really my wife’s problem and my primary concern should be to replenish my refreshments.
PS: please note how the reflections on the tomato match the reflections in the eye. That took weeks of planning and was quite difficult to visualize while the tomato was ripening. And you guys think I don’t plan my shots …
Devil in me
As I am trudging thru the jungle, sweat pouring off my face and onto my camouflage, balancing my heavy equipment …. Wait …. Wait …. Wait … This is insane, that’s not me; why would I be in the jungle without a rifle exposing myself to jaguars and panthers or worse, poisonous snakes and spiders? As I slowly awake from this nightmare (caused by sitting in the Adirondack for far too long without a refreshment in sight) I am aware of facing down this squirrel thru my long lens. Reflex takes over and I press the shutter button. And just remember, you saw it here first! Documented proof that squirrels like fruit. You all remember now that tomatoes are a fruit and not a vegetable. I am glad that I am a safe distance away and there is no way that I am tempted to fight this little warrior for the fruit of my wife’s labor. (oh that sentence is just chock-full of metaphors). I have it from someone who has firsthand experience with the viciousness of these creatures. So, the devil in me decides that this is really my wife’s problem and my primary concern should be to replenish my refreshments.
PS: please note how the reflections on the tomato match the reflections in the eye. That took weeks of planning and was quite difficult to visualize while the tomato was ripening. And you guys think I don’t plan my shots …