Where the fishing cats weren’t, and sometimes were. (PHOTOS)
Oh camera trap. You are a high maintenance techno diva trying to photograph a cat that seems smarter than the photographer. You take an hour to get sorted. You have to find your angle and the lighting mustn’t be off, not even by the slightest.
What’s that? Flash three doesn’t want to talk to flash 2 today? You had a falling out? Flash 2 seems to be hogging the battery power. Oh I see. And flash 1’s silica packet is falling apart.
Camera why didn’t you go on standy? Don’t you know that’s a quick way to drain your energy all while getting nothing done? Look at this. Duct tape works, and he doesn’t require any fancy bells and whistles. Why can’t you be more like him?
Oh great, what’s this with your cord flash 2? A rat came and ate it, likely story. Yes I see the teeth marks. We’ll get it fixed and then you’ll be happy. At least the trigger works.
Wait a minute, who knocked you out of alignment? You were working fine last night, and now you’ve been triggering photos like paparazzi on crack. Except there’s nothing here. Thank you for the 300 pictures of this one landscape.
Don’t you dare tell me a fishing cat napped here last night, and you fell asleep on the job. You took a coffee break, you say. I haven’t had real coffee in weeks, how dare you taunt me so. The cat’s bed is clear as day. He had a jolly old time hanging out right in front of you. I want to strangle you camera trap.
I know you don’t like to be moved, but we have to. The bulldozers are coming. Don’t you hear them? The ground shakes beneath their treads.
Keep going camera trap, you diva. Show us the better side of why divas get their name. Look. I’ve got more batteries for you.