The model was running a little late the other day. No worries though, a family of deer wandered along to keep me company.
I was on my morning bike ride and I saw this gorgeous heron. Fortunately, I had the camera on my phone, unfortunately, the heron didn’t feel very photogenic. It flew about 20 feet down, so I followed it. Then it took off again, so I gave chase. This pattern continued about three more times until the poor creature just flew off entirely. I got some decent photos, but I can’t help but feel like a bit of a jerk.
Biking might be my new favorite way to find photos. While peddling through Twin Lakes, I had to stop, do a U-turn, and start snapping photos of Mike Weber and his companion, Peanut the Vietnamese potbelly pig. Weber and his wife had heard of a friend selling piglets, and they wanted to bring one home as a surprise for their adopted, middle school daughter.
On Wednesday, I posted two pieces. One was a breakdown of a landmark patent that could change the world of commercial photography for the worse. The other was a photo of a toad I took with my cell, accompanied my a little blurb stating that don’t much care for toads. Traffic when I posted the former plummeted. But, for the latter, I received a slew of comments between this site and my Facebook in rushing to the defense of toads. I guess that means more toads for all!
Even as I am rushing to finish pieces for the site, freelance, and landscape, there’s always time to nab the odd wildlife photo, even if it is a toad. I never much cared for toads. It’s never fun to find them while landscaping, they’re not very bright, make a mess of the roads in summer, they’re everywhere, they pee on you if you try to hold one, and on top of all that, they’re ugly little buggers.
I do believe that I have some sort of curse when it comes to Kent State’s annual College Fest. My freshman year, I skipped the drunken festivities for a more laid back gathering with some friends. I only found out later that I had missed photographing a full-on riot complete with couch burning in the streets. So, sophomore and junior year, I spent all night wandering the roads of Kent for fear of missing another such event, only to be disappointed by routine college debauchery. Senior year came around, and I was bedridden with a particularly nasty flu virus. When I checked my Facebook, it was populated almost entirely with posts and photos about a student body being tear-gassed by local police. My friend, Phil, took a photo of the event that was nationally syndicated.
This year, I wandered the more party-centric areas of Kent for hours, only to see a Kent that was almost barren. Nothing. Not even a game of beer pong. Imagine my shame at the university that seems to prioritize academia over destroying the town.
Now, for the sake of link-bait, I give you a bonus flower gallery: