Go ahead, just give me the prize. This guy (?) is maybe three inches long, not a grownup at all. But wow. Do you have any idea what a hoot it is to see these things when I’m walking through the sagebrush? Another lucky telephoto macro shot. That means I’m using the telephoto lens to take close-ups of something at my feet. Probably not even doing it right, so what. Look at that sucker!
I may be running out of animals, though. Pretty soon I’ll have to go hiking in town and get some funny tourist shots. Then again, I haven’t posted the skink photo or the one with the shed snakeskin. Or the prehistoric rat skull!
“What kind of a writer are you, all you do is go walk in the desert and take photos of the same shit every day!”
It’s a phase, okay? Plus I’m walking 60 miles a month. I’ve lost weight. I have, like, muscles. My wife says my legs are “shapely.” And I think about stuff. For all you know, I’m working on a book and this is how I psyche myself up. Let’s try that one. And when I get a better vehicle, I’ll go hiking farther than six miles away and show you a goddamn bear.
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You crack me up. Keep it up and I can see myself buying one of these. I’d have to figure out how to put your words on it, though. Maybe paste them on the cacti, or something. I could make a border with them. Poster size, maybe. Whitewash over them some to make it look all artsy (Yes I was an art major once).
Well now that’s an interesting thought. Thank you. I can make that happen digitally. I know that’s not what you’re thinking, but now I’m thinking.