story with squirrels
It was one of those chilly autumn evenings, when I was sitting on one side of the bed, chatting a bit with Nicole, as if there was nothing in the world we should care about. Maybe we were having something to drink but I couldn't say for sure. Those times we were still keeping the good habit of listening to bed time stories at night, on my old pick-up.
As I was saying, that night, quite unexpectedly, I heard Nicole asking several times: "Where are the squirrels?" You know, I am quite used to unusual questions that kids like so much to ask, such as: "Why do houses live outside?", "Who holds the clouds in the sky?" or "Where does the itching go when we scratch it?"
But Nicole's question was not the kind waiting for a theoretical explanation, to which I could shake my head in a doubtful and seemingly intelligent way. The question strived for an answer, and a straight, documented one. I dared look her in the eyes, demanding for more details, only to find out that she was asleep.
When did she fall so fast? Why didn't I notice it? And how dared she let me speak by myself for God knows how long? I soon was consoled with the thought that she didn't know herself the answers and I blamed the reddish creatures.
Since that evening, in our house there is a saying, when somebody feels sleepy, that he or she is being visited by the squirrels.
If you want to photograph them, I suggest you wake up one sunny morning, when the light in our house is warm and kind of yellow. Don't freak out if the alarm clock starts ringing... It has to ring at least three times to scare them all away.
Even when Nicole seems wide awake, a few ones dare not to go. You can hear them squeaking underneath the blanket. So go ahead, shoot straight at them. In this particular case I was more after Nicole's smile, but however... there's still a squirrel mood in the picture.
And if you really want good shots of them, and you suffer from shortsightedness, like I do, I suggest you wear your glasses :-).
As I was saying, that night, quite unexpectedly, I heard Nicole asking several times: "Where are the squirrels?" You know, I am quite used to unusual questions that kids like so much to ask, such as: "Why do houses live outside?", "Who holds the clouds in the sky?" or "Where does the itching go when we scratch it?"
But Nicole's question was not the kind waiting for a theoretical explanation, to which I could shake my head in a doubtful and seemingly intelligent way. The question strived for an answer, and a straight, documented one. I dared look her in the eyes, demanding for more details, only to find out that she was asleep.
When did she fall so fast? Why didn't I notice it? And how dared she let me speak by myself for God knows how long? I soon was consoled with the thought that she didn't know herself the answers and I blamed the reddish creatures.
Since that evening, in our house there is a saying, when somebody feels sleepy, that he or she is being visited by the squirrels.
If you want to photograph them, I suggest you wake up one sunny morning, when the light in our house is warm and kind of yellow. Don't freak out if the alarm clock starts ringing... It has to ring at least three times to scare them all away.
Even when Nicole seems wide awake, a few ones dare not to go. You can hear them squeaking underneath the blanket. So go ahead, shoot straight at them. In this particular case I was more after Nicole's smile, but however... there's still a squirrel mood in the picture.
And if you really want good shots of them, and you suffer from shortsightedness, like I do, I suggest you wear your glasses :-).
The truth is that ... Nicole is a squirrel !! oh yeah that is the truth. It's enough to hear her laughting and study that noises she is able to make and you will discover at least one if not an entire family of squirrels. So that's it, Nicole was asking about the squirrels inside of her ! and belive me when I say she has a dozen :)))
peace and love,
Chip 'n' Dale (Comment this)