Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul;
Holding the eternal spirit* against her will,
In the vile prison of afflicted breath.
* Possibly taking liberties with the depiction of spirits
Earlier this year, the Red River Zoo put a combine cab in their ag barn. I didn’t get it at first, but *wow* was it popular. Later in the summer, I set up a little GoPro to take photos of the kids playing in it. I won’t bore you with the hundred or so photos I got of them, but I quite like this one.
Which side of a duck has the most feathers?
Why did the duck fly south for the winter?
Because it was too far to walk.
A man in a movie theater notices what looks like a duck sitting next to him. “Are you a duck?” asked the man, surprised. “Yes.” “What are you doing at the movies?” The duck replied, “Well, I liked the book.”
A duck waddles into a card shop, he waddles his way to the front desk asking the clerk, Do you got any tape? The clerk replies, No. So the duck waddles away. The very next day at the same time the same duck waddles into the Card Shop he waddles right up to that same clerk asking him, Do you have any tape? The clerk looking irritated replying in a stern voice,No! We are a card shop we sell cards not tape! And if you ask me again I will nail your bill to the counter! So the duck just waddles away. At the same time the next day the Duck is waddling into that same card shop He waddles right up to that same clerk asking him, do you have any nails? The clerk says,no. Then the duck replied good!! So do you have any tape?
What did the duck do after I told her all these jokes?
I thought she’d quack up, but instead she just barely tolerated my presence as I took this photo.
Years ago, shortly after I started getting serious about this photography thing, I happened by the zoo when there weather was stormy. I was lucky enough to get a photo of a red panda glowering out from between the leaves of his tree, water droplets sticking to his fur, pissed off because his mate wouldn’t let him inside.
This summer, I was there when there were three thunderstorm warnings. I spent hours watching the radar and moving back to the red panda enclosure in the hopes to getting a similar shot with my newer camera and lens. The first two storms missed us, but right before it got dark, the third storm came by. It had weakened considerably, but I was hoping that there would be enough moisture in the air to start sticking to the red panda fur (more like hair, really).
It stuck to the leaves instead, so the red panda had a drink.