Cathy in the Wright

When I Win The Pulitzer For Photoblogging, Try Not To Be Jealous. Okay Kev?

Since my buddy Kevin has been out photoblogging major news events, I thought I'd one-up him and give you the inside scoop on the big story from yesterday: my afternoon with The Governor.

Given my obsession interest in dead animals, The Governor and I took advantage of the warm weather to take a hike around The Outpost's nature reserve (aka The Duck Pond) looking for deceased critters.

Located just off prestigious Outpost Drive, this private reserve is guarded by heavy security

at each entrance

and is usually a guaranteed cornucopia of lower food chain denizens, both living and decomposing. Unfortunately, the only wildlife we encountered was this guy:

He wasn't even dead.

We did find a clump of deer hair, but without a carcus attached...well, I just didn't see the point of snapping a photo of it.

Disappointed, we gave up and headed home. Then we heard thunder. And it started raining on us. We hung our heads and shuffled back to The Drive. I thought the inclement weather was perhaps someone up above scolding us for our morbid facination with the non-living. Turns out, it was just the opposite. He wanted our eyes pointed downwards so we wouldn't miss this guy, who was the victim of a hit and run:

Not much, but still, not a shut-out either.

I defy you to tell me that a dead snake doesn't beat the pants off a bunch of hippies toting a Che flag. The Luciador picture rocked though.

Posted by Cathy at April 12, 2006 07:02 AM