Alligators, really. But my friend’s daughter, who is two years old, kept calling them dinosaurs. I’m not sure she’s that far off. And who am I to argue with a two-year-old when her arguments make complete sense?
While visiting Valdosta, Georgia, we went to Grand Bay. I’d like to note it’s neither grand nor a bay. It’s a swamp, plain and simple. Complete with mosquitos, hornets, crazy looking creepy crawlies I’ve never seen before, geckos, and alligators. Oh, and water I never want to swim in.
We traipsed all the way through the marsh until we came across a group of kids on a field trip. Every third or fourth person made it a point to tell us there was an alligator that was about “three feet long just up to the right”
First, you think we won’t see the alligator?
Second, there’s a lot of someones in that group with an interesting definition of “three” feet. The gator’s torso exceeded three feet on its own… never mind adding a head and tail to the dude.
Then the baby cried.
This dude shifted his head and put a bead on the baby. He basically picked up the weak link of our merry band and I’m sure he was thinking there was a tasty appetizer to be had.
I don’t think so. Step away from the adorable baby! Step. Away.
Anyway, no tricks here. I didn’t even crop the photos when I took ’em into PhotoShop. I just framed him and shot. Sometimes it’s that easy.