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“For a long while I have believed – this is perhaps my version of Sir Darius Xerxes Cama’s belief in a fourth function of outsideness – that in every generation there are a few souls, call them lucky or cursed, who are simply born not belonging, who come into the world semi-detached, if you like, without strong affiliation to family or location or nation or race; that there may even be millions, billions of such souls, as many non-belongers as belongers, perhaps; that, in sum, the phenomenon may be as “natural” a manifestation of human nature as its opposite, but one that has been mostly frustrated, throughout human history, by lack of opportunity.  And not only by that: for those who value stability, who fear transience, uncertainly, change, have erected a powerful system of stigmas and taboos against rootlessness, that disruptive, anti-social force, so that we mostly conform, we pretend to be motivated by loyalties and solidarities we do not really feel, we hide our secret identities beneath the false skins of those identities which bear the belongers’ seal of approval.  But the truth leaks out in our dreams; alone in our beds (because we are all alone at night, even if we do not sleep by ourselves), we soar, we fly, we flee.  And in the waking dreams our societies permit, in our myths, our arts, our songs, we celebrate the non-belongers, the different ones, the outlaws, the freaks.  What we forbid ourselves we pay good money to watch, in a playhouse or a movie theatre, or to read about between the secret covers of a book.  Our libraries, our palaces of entertainment tell the truth.  The tramp, the assassin, the rebel, the thief, the mutant, the outcast, the delinquent, the devil, the sinner, the traveller, the gangster, the runner, the mask: if we did not recognize in them our least-fulfilled needs, we would not invent them over and over again, in every place, in every language, in every time.”  ~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet

photo taken February 2010 • title thanks to Martha Parks Johnson

one year ago: Cornball
two years ago: Indy Each Other

How doth ye DO it?
Your captions are so great.
Hilarious & humbling.  Fantastic & fantastical.
Thank you as always for sharing
your
wit
with
me!
Ewe feeling lucky?
Cotton Mouth
Is there something in my teeth?
Serious fun
‘Ewe make me feel like a natural….’
“You’re right, this dipping sauce is really good!”
Red Clay Prey
And the Coyote shall lie down with the Lamb…
“If chewin’ stuffed animals is wrong, I don’t wanna be right!”
Just Practice.
Squirrely Burly
I dream of a world where lambs and squirrels can live as one…I mean, really live as one. Squirrelambs, if you will.
Lamburghini
Ewephoria!
A lamb-arama ding dong
Heads or Tails, it’s still MINE!
“Comma on over, I promise It won’t hurt…” *chomp*
Ewe make the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Baa baa baa bad to the bone
Propensity for Intensity.
Falafel coyote style

• • • This is Charlie immediately after getting a new toy.
Which became his favorite toy.
Although it’s kind of easy to forget it’s a toy ~ Charlie makes it look like prey……
Can’t wait to see what you do with this picture.  Leave your title, caption, or thought-bubble in the comment section of this post and you’ll be in the running to WIN!  This week’s prize is a signed copy of my book ~ your choice of hardback, paperback, or gluten-free cookbook!

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photo taken February 2010

one year ago: Snow Pounce
two years ago: Window Watcher

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photo taken January 2010

one year ago: I Dare You Not To Nuzzle
two years ago: Sun Mohawk

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photo taken January 2010

one year ago: Popping Up To Say Hi
two years ago: Rabbit Tracks