12 September 2009


I feel as if I am caught beween a rock and a hard place. And about to
tumble into space.

1 comment:

Michael Serafin-St. John said...

This shot brings my mind back to the old campground office at Portage Lake where I was a Ranger back in the early seventies. We had "livestock" of a variety of types but we had a flying squirrel who nested in the peak of the office above the entry door and people, when they caught a momentary glimpse or swoop naturally assumed that we were infested with horrible, evil, deadly bats. (Even people who are halfway savvy about the natural world seem to find bats difficult to live with.) Anyway, iur flying squirrel spent 90% of more of his time sleeping, so far as we could tell. That's sometimes my solution to the struggles of the world, too.