Meet Porky the Propane Pig. Well, that’s my name for him. I happened upon Porky on Friday evening a few miles north of Pecatonica, Ill., at the end of a farmer’s driveway.
Occasionally, I’ll go past something and think, “I should take a picture of that.” Previously, I sometimes stopped to get the shot and sometimes not. Lately, I’ve been saying, “I’ll get that shot.” Each and every time. It feels good to just say, “Yes.”