Profit speaking, joining you at one of my favorite places.
People store kayaks here. Rodents store themselves here. Obviously, it is one of the best places to be in Baywood Park. And a great place for me to create phototips.
The kayaks are particularly useful because you can jump from one to another at high speed. Grandma calls it dangerous. I call it efficient. Once I catch the scent of a rodent, caution merely slows everyone down.
Dad—whose human name is Lars—appreciates the importance of my work and loves watching me enjoy myself. Unfortunately, he is also something of a worrywart about slippery kayaks, muddy paws, sudden leaps and whether I intend to come back when called. Of course I intend to come back. Eventually. A responsible hunter cannot abandon an investigation merely because her family is shouting.
Rory follows along to make certain I don’t do anything foolish. At least that is her version. I believe she simply doesn’t want to miss the fun.
Grandma keeps teasing me about the agility thing. But really, agility competitions require you to follow someone else’s instructions. I see no reason to waste my talents that way when there are rodents to hunt, kayaks to conquer and humans who clearly need my direction.
I keep telling Grandma that we should visit the kayak place more often. It offers excellent opportunities for her photography. She merely smiles, but I know what I am talking about. The colorful kayaks provide several of the ingredients that create WOW-moment photographs: color, lines and patterns. Rory and I provide the action.
Here's what Grandma has learned:
Photographing us as we race and leap is difficult—and that is its greatest value. Good photographers build muscle memory by shooting repeatedly in challenging situations. With practice, following the action, anticipating the next movement and pressing the button at the right instant become instinctive.
Profit gets the last word
Really, Grandma could hardly ask for better subjects—or more generous photography instructors.
