There’s a ‘Local Nature Reserve’ at the end of my street, Hartshill Park. I hardly ever walk through it with my camera, not because I don’t appreciate what I have right on my doorstep, more because it’s usually full of dog walkers. I’ve nothing against dogs, or their humans. It’s just that over many years I’ve found the pastimes of wildlife photography and dog walking don’t mix well. I’ve startled many a dog as they come across me standing motionless in a hedgerow. And many a dog has startled me too, bouncing up playfully but unexpected.
I skinny-legged it down to the end of my street
I skinny-legged it down to the end of my…
I skinny-legged it down to the end of my street
There’s a ‘Local Nature Reserve’ at the end of my street, Hartshill Park. I hardly ever walk through it with my camera, not because I don’t appreciate what I have right on my doorstep, more because it’s usually full of dog walkers. I’ve nothing against dogs, or their humans. It’s just that over many years I’ve found the pastimes of wildlife photography and dog walking don’t mix well. I’ve startled many a dog as they come across me standing motionless in a hedgerow. And many a dog has startled me too, bouncing up playfully but unexpected.