In the night...the scream of the rabbit is terrible. But the scream of the owl which is not of pain and hopelessness and fear of being plucked out the world, but of the sheer rollicking glory of the death-bringer, is more terrible still.

Friday, March 11, 2016

Erik, Lorna and One Rumpled Old Guy

Yesterday evening Lorna and I met with Brian and Jutta, and Erik Brunhke at the Blue Onion. The food was fine, the company wonderful. Erik is a professional bird guide and the only person I know that maintains a beer life list on his cell - 292 (?) before we added to it last night. At the end of the evening Erik had a waitress take this photo, then posted it on Facebook. I don't know how I feel about this - not the posting, I don't care about that. But it is a bit of a wake-up. I like Hawaiian shits, loose comfortable clothes in general, but I am an old guy and like most, my appearance is really not on my radar.


Then the photos ambush me. Ouch. ;-) ,  Gunnar

1 comment:

George A said...

Photos tend to ambush us all.