On a recent trip to South Carolina, where it’s warm in October, I spied a small lizard creeping around on the second floor of an apartment building. The lizard watched something from his perch behind a rafter, though I’m not sure what had captured his attention. His gaze was so intent that I don’t think he knew he himself was being watched. But I’m sure someone, somewhere, was watching me.
And so it . . . → Read More: I watch a lizard and weekend reading links: October 22, 2010


