Not far from where I live (as in, a twenty minute walk into downtown) there are albino squirrels. They live on the grounds of a hospital, across from a park. I’d heard about them for ages, but it wasn’t until two years ago that I actually saw one… and whaddaya know – all white. Now THAT’S an outfit.
The expression on that squirrel sums up the word ‘squirrely’ perfectly.
ryc: Of course that’s not more than I wanted to know! In fact, I have to say it makes me happy. I’m always torn between academic knowledge and instinct. A lot of it has to do with my English and writing background. It always annoyed me that people who didn’t understand the intricacies of the language would write haphazardly with lousy grammar and lousy punctuation and justify it as artistic expression. It seemed to me that the only way you could break a rule was to understand it first. (Like Picasso, learning to paint like the Masters and then branching off to create his own, unique and groundbreaking art. How do you break ground if you can’t be bothered to know what you’re messing with?) Argh. But then here I am doing what seems to be a very similar thing – so who the hell am I?
Ah well. Maybe it’s different with photography. It’s such a young medium, comparatively… I dunno.
Is that more than you wanted to know? Hee hee.
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