A few weeks ago, walking along Toronto’s harbourfront, I was approached by a curious little duck who proceeded to stare up at me before taking some time to chew on my shoelace.
Luckily, I had my camera on my and started to take a few shots as this little guy tried to figure out what this clicking machine that I stuck in his face was. He was a great subject too — he seemed to pose every time I wanted to take a shot. I guess it was a duck version of “blue steel.”
I left after a few minutes to run to the store, but when I returned a passing dog had scared him away and I was left standing with a loaf of bread and no fowl to feed. That meant a lot of sandwiches for the next week or so. And with every corned beef or tuna and cheese, I thought of him.
This is another shot that I’ve posted before, but since I re-edited it I figured I’d put it up again. We spotted this gentleman on our travels through Rome, outside of a residence on Vicolo del Cedro. He held his dogs with one hand while he trimmed their fur with a pair of scissors in the other, leaving little piles of curls on the cobblestone below. I wonder if those dogs knew how bad it could have turned out for them if they were to fidget or move suddenly during their trim.
As I said yesterday, I’ve re-edited some of my photos from my Italy trip and will be reposting a few here. This is one of them. From my photo essay on The Cats of Largo Argentina in Rome, these are the first two felines I had the pleasure of shooting as they were going in for a peck.