Category Archives: PICK PIC OF THE WEEK
Sometimes, a little girl’s short arms and a giraffe’s long neck and tongue are just not meant to meet. This photo is begging you to click on it for an enlarged view. Note, the girl in the foreground is not holding the leaf for the giraffe who has already cleaned off all the lower branches on the trees.
Well, something a little bigger perhaps …
One month old Baby Pryia meets here fans at the Saint Louis Zoo in her first public appearance.
Photo and video – Saint Louis Zoo
Photo I shot of one of the elephant bas-relief on one of the original zoo buildings.
It took a number of years, but my father and I managed to convert the back lawn from crab grass and other undesirable woody grass blends to a nice turf of zoysia grass that stands up to the heat and dry periods of Saint Louis summer. It stays green all summer, doesn’t need a lot of cutting during the dog days and probably could stand up to a football team playing on it everyday. I don’t have a football team, but I do have Mlle. Renee and the grass stands up to all of her daily yard racing all summer long. The vet tells me that among her multiple breed ancestries, she pick up a gene or two from an African ridgeback hound. Not a bad breed of dog, just one that was born to run. Something I know well from when she likes to pick up the pace on our daily walks.
There is one problem with zoysia grass. In mid-west winters it goes dormant and takes on the looks and texture of a stiff scrub brush. This is something that has not gone unnoticed by Mlle. Renee. And in the spring of the year her life is enlivened with the pleasures or running, jumping and rolling on her back on the stiff zoysia thatch.
So every day, after she wears herself out playing in the back yard, this is the image that greets me when I go out on the back deck. I don’t even have to say anything before she gives me her “Did I do something wrong?” look. She might look all Ms. Innocent, but I know she’s waiting for me to get the brush out and give her a good brushing. It’s not easy to get all of the thatch out of her coat. But then, it’s totally impossible to vacuum up any of the dried grass that gets into the house. The lawn will start turning green in a month or so, but until then I have a part ridgeback hound disguised as a porcupine.
JACK FROST’S FAIRYLAND
It’s a rather surreal photographic accident in the night photos I shot earlier this evening. I had the camera lens set at full telephoto with the flash on and focused on a shot of the snow-covered trees in the back yard. The flash reflecting off the trees and snowflakes between me and the trees did the rest. OK. I am now officially done with snow until next winter.