I took the spirit of the Frenchman with me for a walk to find the Constantia chameleons.
The spirit was strong because I discovered two new green dragons.
The bored corgis lolled at my feet.
Polite walkers wondered but did not ask what I was doing, staring at trees for long silent stretches.
The one above has lost the tip of its prehensile tail.
This tiny one below is always in the same spot. Once the eye is used to their patterns they become easier to notice, but it's remarkable how fast they are lost, once you look away again.
The beautiful clear days are almost over again, as another weekend of winter storms approaches.
My mission here is not altogether accomplished. There are obstructions and labyrinths and a dark tunnel or two to negotiate, spanning the impressive range of country, family and livelihood. Like the lesson of the chameleons, we must adapt, and dye. And focus hopefully until we identify that which we came to find.