Getting a deer to pose for a still life portrait is tough.
Okay, I’ve been playing around with a photo editor and some recent shots I took while walking along the Salado Creek Greenway. Abby and I have logged about 40 miles so far this week with a goal of 50.
We don’t walk alone, we’re accompanied by a lot of deer.
The deer make the morning walks interesting and amusing. They’re entertaining to observe, but I’ve also had to harness Abby so she stops trying to chase them.
My job search seems a bit restrained as well. I fear as the holidays approach, hiring managers will put off their decisions.
I suppose I’ll keep trying to amuse myself during this process, although I wish I had the option of putting my expectations through a photo editor too.
Posted by Michael Main
Miss Abby and I explored some new portions of the Salado Creek Greenway today.
I opted to take a different route than usual because of the recent rains in San Antonio which have flooded out portions of our regular trek.
Today we started out near McAllister Park and walked along a fairly new segment of the greenway that purports to connect to Walker Ranch Park which we have never visited. That statement still holds true. We didn’t visit it today. We didn’t get that far.
It turns out the greenway connection is not yet officially completed.
That wasn’t what actually stopped us.
I ignored the signs saying, “No pedestrians, bikes, motor vehicles, UFO’s, etc.” and marched right past.
So did Abby, she’s a rebel.
We strolled down an obviously temporary asphalt path without incident. A half mile or so along the way I could see what looked like a much more finished section of trail ahead.
We didn’t get there.
Abby was reluctant to cross a slightly flooded spillway. This is atypical for Abby. The water wasn’t that deep and she doesn’t normally object to getting her feet wet.
This time, however, she stopped, dug in and was adamantly not going to proceed. It was obvious if I wanted her to keep going forward I would have to hope something powered by a jet engine and shooting fireworks came up behind us.
She was freaking out as a result of the sound of rushing water on the spillway and the sight of a large swirling vortex of liquid next to us that appeared to be swallowing humanity and sucking it into the netherworld.
I took Abby’s counsel and we turned around.