(written September 18, 2008)
There is a bear in the woods but he does not know we are here, which is why we are able to take his photograph and not have to run the hell the other way. The wind is blowing in the correct direction, which is to say towards us and not towards the bear. And so today on my 51st birthday I get to live for yet another day. It is a good day to be alive.
Debra and I stood and watched the bear for a few minutes and then we decided to turn around and go back the way we came. The bear does not care that we are here but apparently the deer we later run into have an issue to pick with us.
Creative Greenius 