The Squirrel

I saw a squirrel yesterday up on a little cliff. I was walking on a crumbled rock path below him, and he was skittering along the ledge keeping pace, far enough out of reach not to be worried.

He was a mountain squirrel, lean, bare rock grey, and with ears much bigger than city squirrels'.

He never turned to face me, never really even let his attention drift from his work (foraging, I assume), but just as the path and the ledge were about to diverge, he stopped, flicked his tail, took a quick look down at me out of the corner of his eye, and kicked a few pebbles off the cliff.

As they rattled down onto the path just behind me, I wondered if he was trying to tell me something. If he was, it was probably something like this:

You humans think you're the only ones paying attention. You're not. But you are the only ones that think you're the only ones paying attention.

While I Was Away

Been quiet around here for a while.

Two excuses: school started, and I got married.

And, despite my inability to keep this website rocking, I have continued to help the internets grow, albeit modestly.

Here, in my opinion, is the most noteworthy addition:

I produced that as part of the multimedia reporting class I took in August. I also took a few decent pics for that class. I've posted one of them on this site, but you can find a few more here.

And, if weddings are your thing, I've also contributed, albeit modestly, to our wed-site, which we plan to keep active at least as long as we're disciplined enough to keep taking a picture a day.