I wasn’t expecting that. On the way up the cherry tree there was no one else around. I had it all to myself. And the pickings were yum yum good.  But it seems the way down is another story. A photographer? With a long lens? What next? The local press corps? Better look as innocent as possible, wearing that “who, me?” expression.

…Except for the mask. The #$%! mask; it spoils everything!!! And I’m stuck with it…
stealthy