Wildlife was written while Mary Ann and I were up at Traverse City on one of our combination photo shoots and science fiction convention trips. For some reason we needed to spend the night in a motel rather than in the RV (probably because it was in the shop for some reason), and we found a nice place right on the water. Just outside the door, walking the beach were a number of wild birds. I particularly remember a blue-winged teal and it found its way into my fiction. Here are the first few lines:<\/p>\n
Greg Hammersmith frowned at the frozen image of a blue-winged teal tugging at the grass with its beak. The keystone is off<\/i>. The deck-of-cards projector tracked his finger and corrected the frame.<\/p>\n
“Off.” The bird vanished, long enough for him to spray a fresh layer of Canvas on the wall where the image had been. “Calibrate and burn. Ten percent impressionist. Two inch frame, cinnamon.”<\/p>\n
After the projector did its thing, Greg picked the gadget up and stuffed it in his shirt pocket.<\/p>\n
That gives the room some life!<\/i><\/p>\n
But his smile faded. I’ve already used up one bottle of Canvas already.<\/p>\n
In his pocket was every picture he had taken in his thirty years as a nature photographer back on Earth. There were many good shots, one blank space on the wall, and a nagging need to fill it.<\/p>\n
One thing for sure, there would be no landscapes. Not with the scenery outside.<\/p>\n
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