I am amazed at how often looking at the world through a camera lens has caused me to actually slow down and take in the scenery. It isn't that I didn't previously notice the world around me, it's just that capturing it in pictures brings a deepened appreciation.
That little squirrel who lives in the weeping birch tree outside my window? I'd likely have smiled at his antics but perhaps not have slowed down to absorb what he is doing had I'd not hoped to take his picture. H doesn't only run around in the branches, but he is fiercely protective of his space. He has claimed an old knothole in the tree as his own and though I don't know that he actually lives in there, he does use the space to store his food. I've seen him carry a peanut up and tuck it away before going back for another. He can carry a rather large apple up into the tree too. He left one sitting on a branch as though it was an everyday occurrence. He doesn't care for company, especially of the gray squirrel variety, and he makes rather fancy tunnels in deep snow, even tunneling underneath to come up right where I dropped another apple a few days back (and I thought he didn't care...).
I spotted a cardinal on my feeder this morning for the first time this winter. It's kind of nice to have several different angles (windows) to catch photos through. Too bad that big truck came roaring down the road and scared everybody away.
PS. My mouse malfunctioned this morning and so I am attempting to learn the skill of using the touch pad on my computer... So far, so good.
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