What do you do when your dream comes true?
Believe it or not I have had to reckon with this conundrum. Dreams may be different when they come true, but they are still dreams come true.
And so, when I finally photographed the mythical, and magical, and miraculous albino squirrel, I mean, after the elation died down a bit, I had to take a breath and say to myself
I wandered on. I headed up the road. I saw some squirrels. Cute, friendly squirrels, but just the regular brown kind. I couldn’t get interested.
I came to some fading flowers.
I took a few desultory pictures. Here’s one: