In the large “stack” of email I had waiting for me when we got back from Cambodia, one was from the Fort Worth Zoo. We are frequent zoo goers (although not as frequent as we were before the WCG moved to the other side of the world), so I clicked on the link. It took me to their Holiday Adoption page, where you can “adopt” a hippopotamus for Christmas. It wasn’t the adoption info, though, but the picture on the page that drew my eye. I’m still a bit (a lot) jet-lagged, but it looked very familiar.
Because, as it turns out, I took the picture.
Ten years ago we had the opportunity to go to England, and, since it was a potentially once-in-a-lifetime trip, I decided to buy a “real” camera. At the time, “real” was a medium-priced Canon film SLR and a couple of decent lenses. The trip was a lot of fun, I took a lot of pictures, and discovered that I liked photography. I wasn’t very good at it, but I liked it.
In the intervening years I’ve upgraded to a digital SLR and a long zoom digicam. I still like to take pictures, but I’m still not very good at it, mostly because I don’t take enough pictures.