08-31-2008, 08:40 PM
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Boomer liked it here. In some ways, it reminded him of the dense jungle of the islands--except instead of brightly coloured exotic birds there were more earthy-toned ones, it wasn't nearly as humid or hot, and it wasn't as loud. While there were some frogs, birds, and insects singing, they weren't as overwhelming as those halfway around the globe. Instead of rats there were squirrels; instead of tree kangaroos there were raccoons. It always struck him just how many similar niches had to be filled no matter where he went. The diversity was welcome and although any of the locals might find their selection of wildlife trite and mundane, he was captivated by it. Crouched down low with his camera at the ready, Boomer snapped a couple of shots of some possums that were just beginning to stir in the early evening. He desperately wished that he'd had his camera sooner--the sights he'd once taken for granted were now long gone. He hadn't had access to the technology back then, much less the understanding of how to work it, but at least he had known some extremely gifted tattoo artists. Glancing down at his bird of paradise tattoo, he sighed as a wave of nostalgia struck him. The possums had moved on to do whatever it was that they would do, but he remained seated Indian style simply listening to the sounds of the forest. table by jesile/amanda! <3 |