On vacation last month, I saw a squirrel with no hair at all on its tail, and I didn’t have the heart to take a picture of what was, not surprisingly, a very unattractive animal. Here you get the hint of it amidst the great PR.
I saw a dog sitting right in front of the Shakespeare Garden’s “No Dogs Allowed” sign last night, but my lens was too long so I had to content myself with some other shot instead.
It’s getting to be winter-festival time, whether that means celebrating a few more minutes of sun or a special birthday, or just the transition from one major calendar period to another. And for some reason, I’m thinking about summertime.