Squirrel in motion. Lincolns Inn Fields.
She is everywhere but she is nowhere.
I know I have just missed her on many occasions as my movements have often coincided with the photographs shown on her blog.
I look closely at women with cameras – but it is hard to tell if they are just snappers or serious photographers like Merisi.
She used to have a picture of herself on her blog but she cheated – she had a camera in front of her face. Then people started to want to meet her and try to find her - so she went commando and merged with the Viennese scenery.
Today I am sure I spotted her.
In the distance – in one of her favorite spots – Stadtpark.
I took a quick long distance snap and shouted her name but she heard me and fled down the steps and along the Wienfluss.
I gave chase but she is a master of camouflage and melted into the pond and the ducks. Will I ever catch this will-o'-the-wisp?
And now I must hop off to Glen’s Blog – to read another episode of the visceral life of Breeze Van Santo.
Tomorrow I want to address the question 'why do many young women in London dress like trollops when they could look so nice?'
