Previous images from the Cincinnati Zoo that I brought you came with ample description of the animals present. For the set of photos today, I was so caught up in capturing the moment that I neglected to record much about their identities.
This bird displays a wild array of feathers, but I like the color similarities between its red eye and burgundy feathers even more.
This member of canidae looks to be less than fully grown, but already fully charming.
Last but not least, I thought this literal picture of a cat picture (an ocelot, I believe) captures the zoo experience quite well.
There should probably be a person-sized helmet in this picture (and a dog-sized one, too), but a quick morning coffee run in Kentucky Horse Park is probably going to slide under the radar.
That feeling when it’s too cold and gray to go outside.
The longer I spend in small-town life, the more alien a view down the tree-lined streets of Seattle becomes. If the warm towers are a rare sight, the man crossing the street with his dog is a more normal image for me to concentrate on.
Altweibersommer has struck the North Country, with warm afternoons reaching shirtsleeves weather and the Sun bakes the linear forms of railroad tracks and dry branches. A local man walks his dog by the modern metal forms of feed silos.
The end of the school year has finally arrived (I’m proctoring a final as we speak), and that leads to a lot of complicated emotions for graduating seniors: relief, regret, nostalgia, hope, etc. In a disused utility stairwell between a loading dock and a backstage prep area, I found this charming little shrine/still life. In the context of the space and the moment, I can’t begin to imagine what kind of meaning this structure contains. There’s a lovely symmetry though, isn’t there?
This is Kodi. He is part American Eskimo dog and part miniature poodle. He is completely adorable.
I’ve always loved the link between riders and horses and dogs. Perhaps it’s the classic aristocracy thing, but there are few better looks than sitting ringside with a big, floppy dog, watching the ponies go around on a beautiful morning.
Up in the Pacific northwest people do things a bit differently.
It’s great to be able to head to a beach like this, without the hustle and bustle of more accessible beaches, just to hang out and read a book to the soundtrack of the crashing waves.