What might we see through the other’s eyes?
Meditating on my mossy perch, I wasn’t ready and waiting with my camera… BORROWED EYES It’s a strange sensation,being observed.Who is looking at who?What are we sizing up,me and this squirrel. Then branch to branch,tracing invisible pathsin thin air, whereI couldn’t haveimagined a way. What if I borrowedyour eyes? + Sue Heatherington Pause. See differently. … Read more