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Great White Squirrel

May 13, 2011

Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering [squirrel]; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned [squirrel]! Thus, I give up the spear! – Herman Melville with modifications by Whitney French

I only saw it once. Call me Ishmael, but the moment I saw the Great White Squirrel, I knew my voyage had begun. It’s blonde coat shimmered in the afternoon sun, exotic, mysterious, limitless. I yearned to capture it, if only on camera and much of my life (really just one long afternoon) was devoted to seizing the beast. Not out of revenge (I am blessed with two legs) but out of strange fascination and wonder.

I will find you again Great White!


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