That's what the squirrel thought. We were eating lunch at Monticello visitor center and this fellow was scrounging around outside. Someone moved and he blended himself into the tree (facing directly the opposite way from the person of course) and did not budge for a long time giving me plenty of time to get out the camera, reset the settings, focus etc. Today's word is clock (hence the superfluous clock border), so I've been thinking about time. Time is strange when you travel. It passes so slowly, as though traveling expands the amount of time you have on planet earth. Of course, then it simultaneously goes by too quickly and you have to rush home. Tomorrow we go home, racing ahead of our first snow of the season, our first real snow that is. I'm hoping that we have time to see some more sights as well as time to stop at Walmart for bread, milk and paint for the living room (my spring break project, perhaps). It will be strange to leave this vacation-time in which you drift from place to place with no particular urgency, just filling in the time with whatever is close to hand. Today we drifted around Thomas Jefferson's Monticello. Talk about a place from another time. The only souvenir we bought was a packet of parsnip seeds (an heirloom variety no doubt), but we surely spent plenty of time looking at what could be bought.
