So this rainbow is floating around Watson Lake for a really long time (in rainbow time, a minute is 15 minutes in human time, I’m not sure what that means for dogs and I don’t have my human to dogs to Rainbows time differential calculator handy). After shooting it over canoes, over boulders, behind a trash can, it occurred to me as I was taking this shot that I knew right where this rainbow ended. Finally, all those trips to take pictures deep in the rocks and cliffs of Watson Lake would pay off.
After climbing and sweating, and then sweating and climbing, I reached the cliff that would lead to the rainbows end somewhere up top. I noticed a broken chain and busted padlock on the ground at the base of the cliff next to a small bush. Odd. About halfway up the cliff I found what looked like a tiny drunken college freshman whose roommates had played a trick on while he was passed out, they had dyed all his clothes green and topped it off with what can only be described as a wee little hat.
After he regained consciousness I inquired what college he went to. Through some very heavy breathing he explained that he was no drunken freshmen ( although he did lift his wee green shirt and shout “woooo hoooo”, in the event that perhaps I was a photographer from Leprechauns Gone Wild), but that he was in fact a living, heavily breathing Leprechaun! He explained further that he had passed out from all the climbing and wee hot sun. He said he was used to lush green meadows and such, and not,“this frikken rock infested slice of wee hell”. He said he would go ahead and give me the pot of gold as long as I didn’t make him climb any further. I, of course agreed. I made my way back down the cliff with Scott the Leprechaun(I know, that’s the last name I was expecting too!) on my back. Thoughts of a new lens and camera body running through my head.
Scott pretended to act all surprised when we reached the broken chain and padlock. It was all , “Oh, my wee bike”, and “Oh my wee pot’o’gold”. I was like , " Oh, kiss my wee little a—, you chained it to a wee little bush, what did you expect?"
So, no pot’o’gold for Bob. Sure, I could get all depressed and angry, but at the very least I got somebody who can clean the baseboards in my house and my knees are happy for the break. I have to go now, I think Scott just found the liquor cabinet.
Watson Lake, Prescott Arizona USA.

Canon 550D
Sigma 10-20mm
Tripod
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