I’m going to let you in on a dog photography trade secret. Kona’s been trying to teach me this for a while, and after many frustrating photo sessions with him refusing to look directly into the camera, I think I’ve finally gotten the hint.
Are you ready for the big secret?
Yep. Dogs are a simple bunch. Eat, play, poop, pee, sniff. If you want them to look into your camera, show them the FOOD!
I finally remembered to bring some cut up cheese on our last adventure and it was a SUCCESS! An all around win-win. I got eye contact, and Kona got a delicious treat. 🙂
We woke up to bright sunshine this morning, instead of the usual June gloom. I decided it was a perfect day to hike the Bolsa Chica Wetlands. Kona agreed.
Kona seemed to enjoyed exploring new scents from the multitude of critters that pass through this reserve, and like clockwork, sneaks away from me to get a quick roll on a dead bird when my back is turned. Dead birds = stinky puppy.
There is usually a wide variety of birds hanging out next to the water’s edge, ranging from beautiful cranes to predatory hawks and vultures.
The wetlands have a unique beauty. I love the huge, rusty old oil pumps seesawing slowly, groaning and squeaking. Growing up in Huntington Beach, these were always a part of the urban scenery.
Cactus bloom is a part of the indigenous landscape.
Sunshine with a cool breeze. All-in-all it was a lovely afternoon spent with my boy.
On this fine Saturday morning Kona and I started off to Dog Beach. As we were cursing along Coast Highway, the traffic became thick with brake lights and people were swarming the are. Oh crap. I finally realized it was the final weekend of the US Surf Open.
Luckily, we got through downtown without a glitch and found great parking. This guy found great parking too.
Good ol’ Ruby’s Diner. Back when I was a kid it was The End Cafe, before it was destroyed by huge waves in 1983.
No, bub, I’m not following you into the water just yet.
Harbor Patrol keeping it safe.
Remember what happened last time you drank salt water? Highly undesirable after-effects.
Pretty houses on the way back to the car.
More pretty houses. Some were empty! Do people actually live here?
Cheers to a fabulous weekend!
We are fortunate to live in a neighborhood of dog enthusiasts. Our house is across the street from an elementary school with a large fenced-in grass area, which turns into an unofficial dog park in the evenings and weekends.
Since I tend to be somewhat introverted, Kona plays a key role in helping me get to know the neighbors. It’s really a win-win situation, because the dogs get to build their social skills as well.
Getting to know my neighbors and their dogs continues to be a rewarding experience. I have come to appreciate dog folks – they really are a special breed!