Rattler on the lawn
Back in the mid-60s, when we lived in Connecticut, I served a brief stint as a wedding photographer (used a Speed Graphic!), and one Saturday, when I came home from a wedding, my wife, Sammy, came waltzing out the front door to greet me in her usual, cheerful way, and very suddenly came to a screeching halt. At her feet was this timber rattler, all curled up and ready to take care of business. I didn't want to kill it, so I loaded it into this garbage can and drove it to the Children's Museum in West Hartford, where they were thrilled to have it (If you've never heard an angry rattler rattling away in a galvanized garbage can, you've missed an experience, believe me...). The next day, its mate came wandering across our lawn, and we also donated that one to the museum. We transported them in our '65 Barracuda - see www.flickr.com/photos/romair/516334919/ - with Sammy holding the lid of the can down with one hand, while holding our 6-month old Greg in her lap. I drove very, very carefully... Sammy took this shot with my Nikon F.