On a lonely stretch of IH-37 between Corpus Christi and San Antonio, Texas, there is a small rest area that most motorists pass by without a sideways glance. It is nothing more than an area to pull off of the road, barren of trees, vending machines, and the usual picnic tables you find at most rest stops. Barren, in fact, of all but patchy grass, fireants, and one lone canine.
By no means is this ghost a tame house pet; although he may have been long ago, those days are long gone. There have been many failed attempts at catching this ghost, and his demeanor reflects that. Whistles and highly-squealed voices calling him towards a collar have no effect. Food may lure him close enough for a bit of a closer look or a rare photograph, but move a bit too much and he darts away. His intelligence is keen, and he uses it to his advantage. Cute gets him food. Wit keeps him free.
His home is a mile-long stretch of grass alongside the highway, and an old storm drain provides him shelter. Signs of his residence there are very apparent: long trails criss-cross the land, cut down into depressions in the earth. Chewed up bits of children's toys provide him with amusement, and cast-off clothing lines his den.
The locals, as well as quite a few truckers, regularly feed him. There is always food dishes set down for him, along with water. Although he is lean, he is by no means starved. Every few hours, there is some new person willing to feed "that poor, hungry doggie".
Most people seem to try to get him to come with them; to try and save him from his "poor, horrible suffering".
Personally, I call him lucky.
Freedom, pure and simple. To take him away from that...would be the tradgedy.
Shot with a Canon EOS Rebel XT / 350D
Tamron 28-75 f/2.8 XR DI
Post-processed with DxO Optical
Further post-processing to create the lomo effects.