'Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away....'
Sunday while walking along the Malecon at the lake, a lady said, "there's a Colt down there." So, naturally I had to go find it. Had to get the perfect photo.
Note: the rock wall along the lakefront, that's where I fell. I wanted to get closer to the Colt without spooking it, so what else do you do except slowly, sneakily, walk along the wall at the lakes edge.
I got this photo and then carefully, slowly, so as not to 'spook' the Colt, I took delicate little tiny steps down from the broken wall. On my last step I met a slick rock and flipped sideways over the wall, down into the lake sand. I was less than graceful in my face plant. My camera got a little sandy and so did I. The Colt DID get startled! They all three ran off a little way. I slowly hobbled the other direction, knocking sand off myself and assuring bystanders that I was OK. (how do you say, "I'm so embarrassed" in Spanish?)
What photographers look like!
Now it's a couple of days later and my ribs are still pretty sore. I'm not sure if, "I feel like I got kicked by a mule, or like I fell off a horse!"
