When Urinal the Way

“We’re in something together. If this is who you are, you challenge people to be in all the way, and you explain what that means. Then you have to show them that you’re in all the way. That’s just how it is.”
– Bob Bradley

Public urinals are much like restaurant servers: rarely available when you need them. Yesterday at the beach, I stood in line waiting my turn to enter the restroom in front of a young boy – I’m guessing he was 8 or 9 – who was giving it all he had to be patient. He’d apparently waited too long to find the restrooms. The discomfort he felt was demonstrated not only in the distressed contortions that seized his face, but in the odd, birdlike dance he was engaged in. Clearly, he faced a challenge and was in all the way. As the door at last opened and a cloud of foul, hair-curling air followed the previous patron from the confines of the small public facility, I suddenly felt great compassion for the boy and urged him to go on and take his turn ahead of me.

"Urinal The Way" [Click the image to enlarge/reduce its size.] Nikon D800, ISO 640, f/4.0 at 1/20 sec., 16 mm

“Urinal The Way” [Click the image to enlarge/reduce its size.] Nikon D800, ISO 640, f/4.0 at 1/20 sec., 16 mm


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Caged and Confused

As I walked through Salt Lake City’s Hogle Zoo for the first time since moving here almost 8 years ago, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the animals. Yes, it’s a nice zoo. Yes, it was absolutely packed with literal bus loads of gleeful children who were delighting in seeing the animals on display.

Nikon D300, ISO 640, 1/80 sec at f/5.6, 200 mm
Brown Crusted Capuchin

Unfortunately, I didn’t see a single animal that seemed to share the happiness of the children. The looks in their eyes told an entirely different story, the story of those with a longing for freedom. What was the elephant really thinking as he stood by the gate of his pen, thrust his trunk over the wall of his confinement and sniffed the air on the other side? Why did the look on the face of the Brown Crusted Capuchin monkey appear as one deep in depression? Like the animals at the shelter where I volunteer, I could not help but think that these, too, were longing to go home.

Nikon D300, ISO 640, 1/20 sec at f/5.6, 200 mm
Lion Tamarin


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