Monday, November 26, 2007
I knew this assignment was going bad fast about a minute or so into the shoot. I was assigned to photograph a pot-bellied pig that had been rescued from a near drowning in a pool by firefighters. So as I arrive the owner tells me if the pig charges me just stand still. Charges me? How much damage can a cute, cuddly armful of pot-bellied pig do?
Holy cow, meet “Brocoli”, 254 pounds of prized pork. “Brocoli” had been sleeping and a five minute screaming fest welcomed me as we roused him from his shed and lured him out for his photo with a handful of grapes. And I thought it was only dogs that hated me.