This morning, my co-worker Anthony sent me this photo and asked, “Is this too gross to put on Facebook?”:
I wrote back and said, “Um, NO. It’s beautiful! And it’s the state bird of Ohio.”
He said, “I knew you would appreciate it, and I agree, but I got some very strange looks while I was shooting it.”
This one was stuck in the revolving doors of my office building. I wanted to get a really down-and-dirty picture of it, but all of my co-workers were waiting for me outside for our monthly dinner club, and the security guards were staring me down like I was some sort of freak for wanting a lasting memory of a crushed bird.
This one was on the stairs leading up to Tudor City from the United Nations headquarters, and I appreciated that someone had . . . I don’t know . . . scooped it onto a pile of cardboard and given it something to eat but still left it there in the middle of the stairs to get stepped on in the dark? Now that I look back, I’m slightly worried that the thing was clinging to its last breath, and there I was, repeatedly flashing a bright light in its eyes for my blogging whims.