- What is wonderful about that cartoon: not the plot but the stuff that could be considered the voice of that artwork
- I could go back and look at my life as a set of crisis points and choices
- Journalism writing is about the world, usually, but seldom seems to intersect the world
- Does any of my writing make sense today?
- It’s beautiful to not be ‘aware of being alive’
Top Posts & Pages
- 'Teachings' books
- Comic silliness
- Flagg Township
- From the journals
- From the pocket pages
- Gratuitous self-promotion
- Hagemann family
- Image and idea
- ogle county
- ogle county history
- Ogle County Poet Laureate
- Teaching writing
- Thought of the Day
- Transcribed from life
- Visual art
Tag Archives: awkward
Warning to squeamish photo-viewers: There are bad, and even juvenile, photos below. Press on at your own risk.
MILWAUKEE COUNTY, Wisc. — So, it’s hard to take good pictures at a zoo. The animals don’t always want to pose for us, and they’re far away, but that doesn’t stop me from over-zooming and clicking away at whatever I do see!
There was a mellowed-out brown bear. Its luxuriating in a water feature prompted my wife to say, “I’m jealous of the bear. That’s my vacation.” She brainstormed her own zoo exhibit: “Middle-aged woman in her natural habitat. I’d lay there, play with my feet. They could bring me drinks.” And signage around her exhibit, instead of saying that she was “rare” or “endangered,” would say she’s “doin’ pretty good,” she said.
Here’s a barely differentiated mass consisting of two bonobos. They were pretty sweet, though, just hanging out, grooming each other. They made me question all my urges to accomplish things. They made sitting around seem pretty good.
One of the ideas that came to mind was to photograph the animals that weren’t necessarily on exhibit. Or if this rabbit is supposed to stay with the giraffes, there may need to be smaller gaps in the wires.
There’s a small-scale railroad that runs through the zoo. One time we had to wait as the arms came down on the path we were walking. I suggested we go around the arms, and my wife said, “the last thing I want to do is get run over by a not-real train.”
And the photographer himself, when exhibited as above, was mistaken for a member of the zoological society (Really: A dude in a golf cart asked me why this tent was there, and I said I didn’t know, and he said I looked like a zoological society member).