On Saturday, Anthem did a company trip to Chattanooga, Tennessee. We rented a van and drove up there to hit up the Chattanooga's zoo and aquarium. Given that it was only a day trip, we had to move fairly quickly, so I didn't have time to sketch. I wound up just taking a bunch of pictures.
What you see here is only a fraction of them. I took about 440 pictures, so it was pretty tedious going through all of them. These were some of the cleareer ones (and the ones with the best compositions). I have more that were blurry, but still looked cool. I'll post those separately.
I may even do another post with some of the not-so-great ones. I took so many pictures, I feel like I should do something with them.
This is an old chimp named Hank. He sells propane and propane accessories.
Ah, he reminds me of the iguana I used to have for a pet. He was about that size.
Exhibit was MIA.
Monkey: Old man tortoise didn't skip town. Those hawk scumbags bumped him off. I'll take 'em down, even if it costs me my badge!
Monkey: No one batted an eye when those two first came to town. This city's always been full of low-life hoods lookin' to make a name for themselves, but these guys weren't your run-in the-mill meatheads. They were smart.
Monkey: Before anyone know it, this whole city was on the business end of one hell of a sucker punch. They had the whole criminal underworld in their pockets in a matter of weeks.
Monkey: I first got wind of 'em when a pro wrestler was found dead in his dressing room. Called himself the "Tanzanian Tank." Some punk-for-hire snuffed him out after he refused to take a dive in the big title match.
Monkey: A real freak, that guy. He was part of some small time gang called the "Avian Anarchists." Wouldn't talk 'til we threatened to cut his screwball hairdo. Then he sang like the dirty bird he was. Thing is, the info he gave was bogus.
Monkey: He said he was working for "Butterball Red", one of the biggest crime bosses from way back when. The glory days of mammalian kingpins. Nowadays, that old codger's too senile to order take-out, let alone a hit.
Monkey: Butterball working with birds made even less sense. Birds had never been a dominant force in the crimeworld, but that began to change. When birds began gaining a foothold, every mammalian gangster in the city was up in arms. All hell broke loose with us cops right there in the thick of it.
Monkey: Most of the big bird bosses wound up dead, or in the clink. None of them could've been responsible for the "Tanzanian Tank's" murder. Someone new was on the scene.
Monkey: I made a deal with "Softshoe Sal", an old boss I pinched, for a reduced sentence in exchange for info about the city's new scourge. It was then that I first heard of the "Hawkins Brothers."
.....to be continued.
Wow. I have no idea why I suddenly went on some weird noir tangent there.
I couldn't resist. hahaha
I got a few lol's from this.
It's funny, the zoo is as old as I am. At least as old as I will be by the end of this month.
And now for the turtles!!!
I think this is my favorite picture.