Hiding Spots

Will I never learn?

These pictures in bamboo groves spit out badly-lit camouflage every time.

In Like a Lion

Things have been a little disorienting lately.

I think it's the season.

Found Photograph (Scanned)

Snow Bunnies, Stopping By Woods [on a Snowy Evening], and Winter Wonderlands: What We Talk About When We Talk About Snow Glow

"The wind may blow the snow about,

For all I care, says Jack,

And I don't mind how cold it grows,

For then the ice won't crack.

Old folks may shiver all day long,

But I shall never freeze;

What cares a jolly boy like me

For Winter days like these?"

-from A Country Boy in Winter by Sarah Orne Jewett

I half feel like apologizing for posting so many snow pictures all of the sudden, but it's really just because I feel so desperately like I've got to make you understand why I am so enamored with this time of year, and the snow, and everything that comes with it. I suppose I could try to write a little something, but since I happen to have all these photographs, it really just seems like (for the time being) I ought to try and show you. Maybe I'll tell you about it later, when I run out of images, or have a little more time. For now, I think this will do. I hope so. Winter is the best, you know. It'd be a shame if you couldn't appreciate it.

Photographs taken by the inimitable Patty C., my grandmother and the finest leader of woodland/swamp-bottom expeditions I have ever met.

Xena

"...He should live without mantras. He should bathe at the start of the three periods of the day and, deeply immersed in meditation, he should realize his union with the Self."

-from Aruni Upanishad 1-2

I have decided, because writing a short personal essay about the importance of my dearly departed cat will likely be of little interest to you and inevitably fail to convey the desired effect, to simply present a series of titles that will give you the general idea, and nothing more. My great faith in your imagination allows me to do this, along with my laziness (of which the cat might herself approve). With that, I very humbly present:

XENA: A Cat You Might Have Liked to Meet (Unless You Were Very Allergic)

One: In Which the Cat Is Found in Great-Grandfather's Raspberry Patch

Two: In Which the Cat Is Brought Home

Three: In Which the Cat Promptly Plumps

Four: In Which the Cat Receives Approval of the Pets

Five: In Which the Cat Is Right at Home

Six: In Which the Cat Is Beloved and Clumsy

Seven: In Which the Cat (and Everyone Else) Moves House

Eight:In Which the Cat Creaks and Purrs

Nine: In Which the Cat Succeeds in Renouncing the Material World

Ten: In Which the Cat Curls up in the Basement

THE END