After an afternoon of hard labor and a shower to cleanse myself of the hard labor, I told Melanie, working away in the old converted bedroom of Jordon, later Meme, that I was heading to Alligator Lake for a bit. It was 3:30 and the park would close at 5:30. Arriving, the White Pelicans were near the point to my right off the trail about a quarter mile walk, so I briskly set out. By the time I arrived, they had already moved away from the point, probably because of the menacing Alligator sunning himself, enjoying the return of weather to his reptilian liking. With the long lens attached, I quietly made the change to a wider angle and moved in just a bit, not too much. I was able to get about six shots before he bolted. It was the first shot that I found the best composed. How often does that occur? On this second part of the infernal assessment test I took this evening, they said, do not spend much time on one question, go with the first thought. Well, on tests such as I was taking, I am not sure that would be too wise. But out in the field, it often is the keeper.
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