Brown Bat, Brown Bat


_145, 10/20/04, 11:47 AM,  8C, 2956x3762 (421+717), 62%, bent 6 stops,  1/60 s, R72.2, G55.3, B69.2


Shortly after I became Suddenly Single the house that I had known and loved turned against me.

A basement that had always been as dry as the Gobi began to roil and flood; plumbing disintegrated and turned my ceilings to paper; appliances – all of them – made a suicide pact behind my back and a once glorious Victorian pond now featured bloated fish bobbing gruesomely amongst the lilies.

It was therefore not surprising in the least to come home late one night, flip on the light switch and notice that hanging upside down on the corner of one of my picture frames was a bat. We were close enough to be eye to eye. His wings were leathery yet fluffy and folded around him like the spokes of an umbrella.

I screamed a loud Psycho-scream as his eyes slid towards me, cartoon-style, but then I noticed that his tiny brown body was ticking with its own frightened pulse. For some time (okay, a really long time) we regarded one another in this way. Continue reading

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When I was five or six years old, we lived in an older home that had push-button light switches; in fact, they literally looked like 2 licorice allsorts ( the black and white ones with that snowy core of coconutty icing) had been inserted into the wall. I assume this was some ancient electrical system but to my young eye at the time it seemed the pinnacle of elegance. (Yes, I harbored faint, middle class longings for a somehow yet-to-be-disovered aristocracy even then …) Continue reading