Anyway, the battle of wits began when he started raping my birdfeeders and violated the big stash on the front porch. I decided he must be photographed. Lately I need something to occupy a little time, and the photo obsession has done nicely. After all, I have not the resources, time, or inclination to chase women, and I am too lethargic, and depressed to clean my house. (I try, really!). Flowers, I seem to have mastered, and birds have posed too challenging to date. I have failed repeatedly to get a shot worth archiving. It seems that as a child all you had to do was throw out some bread, and they would come... but a squirrel, I thought would be doable. This has been an learner for sure. He spooks easily, and quickly runs away. I was lucky enough, to catch him looking at the wreckage of his earlier attack on my birdseed today, and got a pretty good shot, here:
Now, this is not a particularly good pic, but I was able to get a little better, through the open patio door:
I was still not content, but fearful- this was much closer than I had even gotten to him before. This shot:
was the high point of my afternoon. A gift. It was actually taken through one of my kitchen windows, and even so, I only got off three before the skittish little fella took off. I am so pleased. A good close up for me. Hair texture, with good clarity is my goal. As my eye develops, I will work on lighting and composition.