The town of Olney, Illinois is known for its population of white eastern gray squirrels. A few years back I happened to be in town and photographed a few of the locals. Nikon D300 with Nikkor 200-400mm lens (at 400mm) ISO 400, f/4 at 1/320th of a second.
This happens to everyone. You hit a certain age and you notice that there’s a bit too much gray in your hair. So you decide to do something edgy and dye your hair white so that you look like a Swedish DJ or some X-man or something. You go to CVS. You get the dye. You go home and follow the instructions, but somehow you mess it up and now it looks freakishly white. This isn’t what you wanted! You get so embarrassed that you climb a tree to hide, and you spend the rest of your life in the tree living off nuts and rainwater, trying to avoid people. But of course by that point you’ve become a tourist attraction in a little Midwestern town and photographers drive in from out of state to take your picture. Been there. Done that. Next.
I agree with Louis: he looks a bit embarrassed, pretty, but embarrassed. I, however, have embraced my platinum white hair! (Ask Aunt Sue, she knows me.)
It was in Mt. Prospect, IL where I first saw a black squirrel & thought, “how novel”! Here I am introduced to a white squirrel – no less, also based in IL. Love the blue eyes against the white fur. Love Louis’ assessment!
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This happens to everyone. You hit a certain age and you notice that there’s a bit too much gray in your hair. So you decide to do something edgy and dye your hair white so that you look like a Swedish DJ or some X-man or something. You go to CVS. You get the dye. You go home and follow the instructions, but somehow you mess it up and now it looks freakishly white. This isn’t what you wanted! You get so embarrassed that you climb a tree to hide, and you spend the rest of your life in the tree living off nuts and rainwater, trying to avoid people. But of course by that point you’ve become a tourist attraction in a little Midwestern town and photographers drive in from out of state to take your picture. Been there. Done that. Next.
Louis — I’m still laughing … your comment is spot on hilarious. Thanks for the morning chuckle.
I agree with Louis: he looks a bit embarrassed, pretty, but embarrassed. I, however, have embraced my platinum white hair! (Ask Aunt Sue, she knows me.)
It was in Mt. Prospect, IL where I first saw a black squirrel & thought, “how novel”! Here I am introduced to a white squirrel – no less, also based in IL. Love the blue eyes against the white fur. Love Louis’ assessment!