I love finding walking sticks. They are masters of camouflage so I’m always pretty impressed with myself when I manage to see one. This guy wasn’t too hard to spot, however. I’m not sure why or how he thought he was being stealthy here.
I always marvel at how fragile they appear, how alien. They are a reminder to me that there is a whole version of the world I will never experience. What they see I will never see, what they know I will never know. How they move through their lives will never be how I move through mine.