What I wouldn't give to be a bear in a tree. When I was about eight, I was convinced that one day walking home from school, I saw a bear in my village. You know, just chillin around the culdesacs. I was assured this was not possible, and concluded that I must have seen the ghost of said bear (utterly rational), and for years, believed I had a special connection with the spirits of bears. I think I tried to summon the spirits a couple of times through horrible rituals involving chanting and teddy bears. True story.
I love that photo. Thanks for sharing, it warmed my heart. And drop by me too when you have time.
ReplyDeleteCheers.