The Recalcitrant Seahorse
Once upon a time, in a magical far away land called Curaçao, there was a seahorse.
And it was a jerk.
Every time I approached it with my camera, it would turn its back to me. Every. Single. Time.
Sometimes, it even just got up and walked away.
I hated that seahorse. And yet I kept trying to get a serviceable photo of it. You will not win, you hippocampic spawn of Satan.
And eventually, my dogged obstinacy prevailed. In the name of seahorse haters everywhere, I present: the fruits of my perseverance (a.k.a, some okay photos of a seahorse).