Coming home late last night, we passed the Air Force Memorial, and I was mesmerized by the color of the sky in contrast with the memorial. Despite my great desire to just crawl into bed, I rallied, grabbed some gear, and headed back out to get some shots.
I convinced (ahem, tricked) Patrick into joining me since it was around 2 am, and I figured it wouldn't be wise to walk around with photo gear all by my lonesome. Turns out that was a good call...but for a reason I probably NEVER would have anticipated.
As we walked up Joyce Street and came out from underneath I-395, I spotted something on the top of the little hill to the right. Standing at the top of a little path was a dog/coyote/wolf/fox/mystery animal of the Canidae family. "UMMM...is that a wolf?" I asked, getting equal parts curious and alarmed, probably 99% on account of the hour, light, and utter randomness of what we might be seeing. We continued walking, keeping an eye on the animal as it started to trot down the hill and then cross the street to our side, pausing for a moment at the median. Thankfully, it turned and went its own way, disappearing into the night.
And that's why I had about eight tabs open on Chrome this morning about coyotes, wolfs, foxes and what to do if you see one. Because in those moments when it started moving our direction, I hadn't a clue what to do outside of not panic if anything did go down. I only wish I could have gotten a photo of it standing at the top of the hill because it was an amazing site.
And here are a few pictures from last night's adventure.