There’s no big story here, but I just had to run this photo. Sunday morning I got up really early so I could walk around town and do some photography in the early morning light. I took some shots of the French clock in the tower of the Church of the Sacred Heart and was on my way to shoot the Ovalau Club, which has kind of a famous history that I’ll write about later this week, when I came across this guy out walking his pig.
No, really, that’s the whole story. I stopped and chatted with him for a few minutes and he told me that every morning he gets up around 6:30 and ties a rope onto the back leg of the family pig and he takes it for a stroll around town.
“He likes to get out,” he said, kissing the pig on the snout.
Well, yes, of course. Who doesn’t?
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