I don’t think Maurice Sendak would quite get the rise out of this series that you and I might (he was gay), and he might not approve of my co-opting the title of his famous work (though he did not like it much), but what the hell … it works.
It doesn’t take a lot of guess work to figure this out. I’ll expand on the story as the posting proceeds.
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So … one day, Mrs. Pix and I decided to go to the zoo. We had a plan. Cameras are essential for a trip to the zoo, right? Photo-ops of wild things? Sure. Our twist on this classic excursion was that Mrs. Pix was the wild thing I would be shooting. She wore easy-off/easy-on sandals, sunglasses and hat, a calf-length wrap-around coat with sash (easy-open/easy-close) … and nothing else.
Our plan was to be to be among the first visitors, and knowing how people tend to move very slowly through a zoo, pausing to appreciate all the exhibits they encounter, we planned to move out ahead of that initial wave, snapping a few open-coat pics in the less-trafficked areas before the wave of people spread throughout.