Perhaps it's the last warm day of the year, but I still used the a/c in the Buick after my brisk walk through the woods. My brain needed serious numbing out after a week of standing beneath falling anvils and player pianos. A fast walk was needed. I've been perturbed on several psychic fronts, but thank heaven for the Online Etymology Dictionary! Without it I would have called the turtle un- not im-.
Photographing turtles on logs is more difficult than getting little kids to eat raisins on peanut butter-filled celery. Turtles don't want to be tagged on Facebook, or tacked to Pinterest. They usually bail out before I can pull the camera from my pocket.
This turtle did not want to go for a swim. It sat and sat while leaves floated down all around and onto it. The December light was already low at 4:30, but the turtle did not want to put on flip-flops and shower in the bathhouse. If it pretended the photographer was not there, it might extend the season a little bit longer. I took photos from three sides of the little pond before it finally dived.
© 2012 Nancy L. Ruder
2 comments:
I love your turtle. How I wish I could be imperturbable at some important moments...when I am not. Sigh...
I am unimperturbable...easy to perturb lately. Must be the alignment of the stars and turtles. Great photos, dear.
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