One of my photo classmates, all of fourteen years old, is an inspiration to me in the way he sees, and photographs, mundane objects. Yesterday afternoon I went touring the yard in search of uninteresting things that I might make interesting.
For example, one oak leaf blown by the wind and caught between the barn wall and the downspout...
Then I saw this beauty.
Northern walking sticks apparently like to eat oak leaves. I wonder if this guy was working his way up the wall overnight toward that old dried out leaf. Walking sticks are nocturnal and just hang around during the day; maybe he'd been caught by the dawn in his mission and would resume his travels later in the day.
He couldn't have picked a place less easy for him to camouflage himself. In my Googling around, I've assured myself that it's a male . . . the females are fatter.
I have never seen one this big (look at his frog legs!), and I could probably count on my fingers all the walking sticks I have seen in my life.
We held hands for just a moment . . .
. . . and I went on my way.