I was sitting behind the theatre in Bournemouth a couple of weeks ago, when this little thing approached with great care and attention. I could feel the quiver - there is something amazing about being very close to wildness.
I had my camera on my lap - it's not a telephoto shot - and I gently turned it toward the creature, who didn't mind the shutter click.
I have a book of poems my mother wrote and copied - This was one of her favourites~
Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued,
is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly,
may alight upon you.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
(I know it's not a butterfly, but 'squirrel' doesn't rhyme)
It could work though..
..Happiness is like a squirrel.....
photo by (c)soulMerlin
