This is my dear friend, Megan. When she little, she was VERY good at catching frogs and when it was time to go home, she’d stick them in her pockets. Once she was safely in her bedroom, she’d place them in shoeboxes and hide them under her bed… where she would usually forget about them, they’d die, and start to stink up her room. As a result of the smell, it wasn’t long before her mom caught on… When Meg went home, her mom started to check her hands and if they were dirty she knew Megan had frogs in her pockets. To Megan’s dismay, they would be confiscated and set free. But Megan, she was a pretty smart kid. She wised up and knew that if she didn’t want to get caught with those frogs in her pockets she’d have to clean her hands off before she went home to be able to fool her inspector.
This is my dear friend, Megan. She’s still very good at catching frogs.
Okay, she really is. But she didn’t catch this one. We had a few drinks at Underdog and decided it was a good idea to go to the pet store and buy her a new pet. Ha! She named him Dennis Hopper. He’s a tomato frog who eats crickets and sings at night.
“When people ask me what I like most about myself I tell them, one, I’m short so I don’t bump my head on things and two, I’m very good at keeping secrets.”
Its moments like these when I’m elated that I’m a photographer. I love documenting people like her.
Cheers to Megan who is one of the most endearing people I know. Olive juice, Meg. xo