We had nothing to really do while waiting for the laptop to complete 1100 updates on Windows. Living on the edge of city and country can led to places like this.
It was once a mining area for a particular type of stone that I , non geologist , have forgotten the name .
Maybe it’s the countless years of cloud watching or possible a cognitive displacement of feeling but I see a face in the rocks.
I have never seen a squirrel in Italia. If they exist they are ninjas because they hide super good. I was in the Big Apple this summer and when I saw this guy posing for the people I was hooked.
He would turn his head so that you captured his essence and grace. A true model. Yes, he/she is a bit plump but it’s not its fault-protein diet :Nuts.
I miss squirrels. I miss these little ninjas that steal your food or make nest in the drain. I am waiting to see one here….no luck. There are pigeons , ravens and green parakeets that love shitting at metro stations on waiting passengers. Yet, no squirrel in Roma or any part I have visited so far.
Oh Squirrel, where art though????
This has been rambling from a late sleeper that hasn’t had brunch yet on a cool, sunny day in Roma. She will now stop and make a caffè . ciao!
Jour by Giorno 