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| The giraffe |
Many years ago, I would tell an old friend, complaining about setting in traffic, that if they just watched the trucks that would pass, eventually they would see a giraffe. We laughed and went on about the day.
Sure enough, one day, not so many years afterwards, a truck passed with two giraffe's being transported to, or from, a zoo's vet facilities. It had to happen! It just had to happen. And so, from that point on, when there was doubt, I would remind myself to just keep looking for that giraffe to show up.
Yesterday, my younger brother, his wife and I, meet at lunch time before resuming our activities for Memorial Day. My brother would mention places were he had eaten and ask if I knew where that place was. "Sure, I've been there," I would reply. Long story short, it grew into a game. Both of us are practical jokers and pranksters anyway. Because we were bookend siblings, we never got much of a chance to pick on each other growing up. My middle brother got that from both sides. So it's just natural that my youngest brother and I should resume that part of our lives that we missed out on growing up.
My sister-in-law ask me if I had seen the baby giraffe at the zoo. Lord, that was an invitation to walk back down memory lane and recall names of cousins and tales of snake spottings and such all the while thinking in the back of my mind of the old giraffe story. After saying good bye and pulling into traffic, they were soon lost in sight as I made a turn onto a street that would eventually lead to White Rock for some Live News Feed shots of Memorial Day in Dallas. I had not traveled more than a mile from the restaurant when out of the corner of my eye, I spot---a giraffe--I kid you not! I made a turn around at the next left lane turn and came back to where the giraffe was standing. Parking, then getting my camera bag out of the trunk, I got a couple of shots of the infamous---giraffe. As it turned out, it was not real, were in the real story, they were. Still, a giraffe is a giraffe is a giraffe, regardless if it is alive or a man-made material one.
Above, is the giraffe that I saw from the road. A couple more shots below are those that didn't make the live feed. It was a beautiful day of low humidity after a cold front passed and the winds were light and variable from the north at about 5MPH. A perfect, gentle and cooling breeze to be outside,
Sure enough, one day, not so many years afterwards, a truck passed with two giraffe's being transported to, or from, a zoo's vet facilities. It had to happen! It just had to happen. And so, from that point on, when there was doubt, I would remind myself to just keep looking for that giraffe to show up.
Yesterday, my younger brother, his wife and I, meet at lunch time before resuming our activities for Memorial Day. My brother would mention places were he had eaten and ask if I knew where that place was. "Sure, I've been there," I would reply. Long story short, it grew into a game. Both of us are practical jokers and pranksters anyway. Because we were bookend siblings, we never got much of a chance to pick on each other growing up. My middle brother got that from both sides. So it's just natural that my youngest brother and I should resume that part of our lives that we missed out on growing up.
My sister-in-law ask me if I had seen the baby giraffe at the zoo. Lord, that was an invitation to walk back down memory lane and recall names of cousins and tales of snake spottings and such all the while thinking in the back of my mind of the old giraffe story. After saying good bye and pulling into traffic, they were soon lost in sight as I made a turn onto a street that would eventually lead to White Rock for some Live News Feed shots of Memorial Day in Dallas. I had not traveled more than a mile from the restaurant when out of the corner of my eye, I spot---a giraffe--I kid you not! I made a turn around at the next left lane turn and came back to where the giraffe was standing. Parking, then getting my camera bag out of the trunk, I got a couple of shots of the infamous---giraffe. As it turned out, it was not real, were in the real story, they were. Still, a giraffe is a giraffe is a giraffe, regardless if it is alive or a man-made material one.
Above, is the giraffe that I saw from the road. A couple more shots below are those that didn't make the live feed. It was a beautiful day of low humidity after a cold front passed and the winds were light and variable from the north at about 5MPH. A perfect, gentle and cooling breeze to be outside,
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