I walked outside just now to take a walk, but as I started down the stairs, I noticed a spider hanging low over the stairwell, being blown about in the wind.
I suppose I could have risked it. He should have stayed more than a few feet out of my way. But I know better than to trust the wind ... or spiders.
Instead I took the back stairs and then, a moment later, found myself racing back into my condo to get my camera.
Out in the retention pond behind my building a cormorant was taking a shower in the fountain. Personally, I hate getting water in my eyes, but the cormorant is built for the water. Don't let the feathers fool you, it's a bird with a built-in wetsuit.
Of course, I would have missed the cormorant completely if it weren't for the spider.
Yesterday, I left church right when the sun was setting. We had had an early Christmas dinner and I had read The Polar Express to the fifteen adults and three children who had shown for the dinner. And when we passed out silver bells to everyone, I swear the adults smiled more than the children.
As I was leaving, I glanced out the car window to a clearing in the trees for overflow parking and that was when I saw it sitting there--a bobcat, my bobcat, my advent, December bobcat that I had first seen last December as it lounged in our prayer labyrinth.
I slammed on the brakes, threw the car in reverse and grabbed my camera. He was skittish. I only took a few pictures.
You're most likely to see the bobcat at dusk and dawn. The thing is--I'm never at church at sunset or I'm rarely at church then, but I was yesterday, celebrating Christmas a week early, enjoying good company and good food, sharing a book that's theme is the power of belief.
And there, waiting for me when I was finished, a Christmas present, unwrapped and waiting.
I suppose I could have risked it. He should have stayed more than a few feet out of my way. But I know better than to trust the wind ... or spiders.
Instead I took the back stairs and then, a moment later, found myself racing back into my condo to get my camera.
Out in the retention pond behind my building a cormorant was taking a shower in the fountain. Personally, I hate getting water in my eyes, but the cormorant is built for the water. Don't let the feathers fool you, it's a bird with a built-in wetsuit.
Of course, I would have missed the cormorant completely if it weren't for the spider.
Yesterday, I left church right when the sun was setting. We had had an early Christmas dinner and I had read The Polar Express to the fifteen adults and three children who had shown for the dinner. And when we passed out silver bells to everyone, I swear the adults smiled more than the children.
As I was leaving, I glanced out the car window to a clearing in the trees for overflow parking and that was when I saw it sitting there--a bobcat, my bobcat, my advent, December bobcat that I had first seen last December as it lounged in our prayer labyrinth.
I slammed on the brakes, threw the car in reverse and grabbed my camera. He was skittish. I only took a few pictures.
You're most likely to see the bobcat at dusk and dawn. The thing is--I'm never at church at sunset or I'm rarely at church then, but I was yesterday, celebrating Christmas a week early, enjoying good company and good food, sharing a book that's theme is the power of belief.
And there, waiting for me when I was finished, a Christmas present, unwrapped and waiting.
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