30 april

i don't understand why feathered creatures don't trust me.  i am a friend of the feather.  i feed the feather, even through winter.  however, each time i want to get close (not all of us have spy lenses you know), they flap, fly or swim off.  so you get teeny bits of black dots on the lake, clouds reflected on the lake (because i had to take SOMETHING while i was there) and a chopped up picture of, yes, another cat.  oh, and a picture i snapped of a plant on my way out of a restaurant this evening.