A trip to the zoo

  • leopard-close-up.jpgOn our short trip to Chicago, I man­aged to get to the Lin­coln Park Zoo with the sketch book and the cam­era. I had in mind that I would sketch more and pho­to­graph less, but the ani­mals didn’t coop­er­ate much with that plan. All the same, I man­aged to get a cou­ple good­ies. Even slightly con­trary zoo ani­mals usu­ally make for good stuff.


    lpz-sketch-1.jpg The rea­son the ani­mals weren’t good for sketch­ing is that it was too hot and sunny, and all they had in mind was a good sleep. And whereas I was most appre­cia­tive to them for stay­ing mostly still, the fact is that they were usu­ally stay­ing mostly still under a tree, behind some bushes or — like the tiger — lying down so flat that there really wasn’t much to see.

    Glad they were get­ting their beauty sleep but it’s not exactly what I had in mind.

    lpz-sketch-2.jpgBut then that’s where the cam­era comes in handy. Grab a few quick pho­tos and sketch at home from a print­out.
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    It’s a bit of a cheat, but it saves you hav­ing to hang out in front of the cages for so long that you start to seem to peo­ple like one of the attrac­tions. (Fun­nily enough, peo­ple do have a way of talk­ing to each other about what I’m draw­ing as if I couldn’t hear. I’m just as glad that they’re usu­ally say­ing things that are com­pli­men­tary — often much too com­pli­men­tary — but it still seems odd. I think the prob­lem is that you so rarely see any­body sketch­ing any­more that they don’t know what to do. If you’re ever in that sit­u­a­tion, the answer is: offer thou­sands of dol­lars for the draw­ing. The artist will be your friend.)

    Well any­way, the pho­tos gave me enough to work with that I could have some sketch­ing fun once I got back home. But there were two of the pho­tos that were also so inter­est­ing on their own that they made good photo-illustration once I added a lit­tle Pho­to­shop magic to them.

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    I like all the brown-on-brown, but mostly I like it because nei­ther Greg or I could fig­ure out what the heck that thing was. It was called a takin. “It looks like it belongs in ‘Return of the Jedi’,” Greg said. He was right. I sus­pect zoo ani­ma­tron­ics, put in place to fool unwary zoo patrons into think­ing they are see­ing fab­u­lous crea­tures from the future. In this case, of course, the heat had fried its wiring, and it dropped in its tracks.

    And this was yet another sleepy­head, though he might not look it.

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    The leop­ard spread out on the rock just to cool off, I’m sure. He looked just as tor­pid as all the other ani­mals. But he also hap­pened to glance at the cam­era just as I took the pic­ture, and the flash went off because the inside of his cage was dark. Behold, we have the great stalker cat with eyes all aglow.I like how the pic­ture turned out, but I’m also darn glad the nice leop­ard didn’t decide to get down off his rock and deal with the annoy­ing lunch-item with the flashy thing. That would have def­i­nitely put a damper on our visit.


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  • E Rica 10.03.2007

    I have no clue what that thing is!!!!! Weird!!!!!

    Btw…check my blog (I have a sur­prise if you haven’t checked yet!)

  • Well, like I said, it’s called a ‘takin,’ but I’m just amazed that in all my many zoo trips, I had never seen one before. And I’m sur­prised that I never heard of it before, because with a name like that, it’s just made for dumb puns. For example,…

    Q: Why did the female musk ox look for a dif­fer­ent dat­ing ser­vice?
    A: Because she found that all the good ones were takin.

    I can’t believe I don’t charge for this.

    (PS: Again, awe­some news about you and that kid we lived next door to. Wheee!)

  • Hahaha you SHOULD start charg­ing. So, Sean is the boy next door, eh? Interesting.

  • Boy next door: well, remem­ber that when Lynn and I lived at the 17th St. place, we were his next-door-neighbors in Apt#2. Just as well we moved away, or we might have done (more) irrepara­ble brain damage.

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