024/365 09/14/2025

The eyes will tell you where you’re supposed to be. Where it’s safe. Where it’s not. The deep brown of cow and deer. The feisty black of cardinal or bluejay. Even the beautiful, translucent umber of the golden eagle says it’s safe. Predators? Wary, sure. But it’s ok. There is menace in the bobcat’s eyes. The cougar’s piercing stare. But you can see the soul there. Know in your bones the recognition. You see the bobcat and know him. The bobcat sees you and knows you. 

Not so the deep. The creatures you can find there. The dead stone black of the great white. It doesn’t fix you in its stare. By the time you see it eye to eye it has smelled you, known your shape in the water.