Our friend Barbara Moretti has posted this on her Facebook, I lol’ed remembering a situation I went through past July, very seemed to this.
I was riding my road bike, an old Cannondale (imagine a very thin tire, 700x23), in a dirt+gravel road in west Paraná, Brazil, taking some landscape shots of a corn field (shots on wheels!).
The road was descending and the corn field has ended, an open soy field showed up and there, in a mo’fuckin’ distance, a dog has seen me and started to bark to another dog, that barked to another dog.
Suddenly there was a pack of a dozen dogs barking and skirting the soy field, they path drawing a large bow that ended exactly where I was. They were running like never before and I realized I would be screwed if I stayed there to say hi. Despite the distance, they were doing a hell of a noise.
I suddenly dressed up the neck strap crossed on my chest with the camera lying on my back. Jumped on my bike (consider having to clip in the cycling shoes on the pedals) and started to climb up that mo’fuckin’ road full of gravel. In that cold July morning it felt like summer but the dogs never reached me. Lucky me, I wouldn’t have no more breath for a friendly talk, a coffee at the top of that hill…
Apparently, nature photography is not all it’s cracked up to be, AKA “life’s “oh sh*t moment #27”