Wednesday, December 5, 2007
The telephoto lens and the slightest movement from the bush announce his presence. You are aware, she isn't. You suppose you should say something...warn her. After all here, in her backyard, he is trespassing and for once she is not on display. You are impressed with the bravado of this particular little parasite. Not many would tempt fate this much but you understand. She is stunning, he can't help himself. You watch her move about the garden, green thumb in evidence. "Still", you think, "I should warn her." But then, you would be caught too.