A blurry coyote. Sometimes — just sometimes — this is how I think the world sees me. And sometimes — just sometimes — this is how I see the world.
If I had just been able to hold my camera still enough to get a clear picture . . . but that, too, is sometimes how our efforts turn out: blurred when we thought we were being steady. The good news: I feel lucky to get the photo, blurs and all.
Wile E Coyote
This coyote was in our back pasture early one morning. It was after sunrise but on a grey, cloudy day. I took one step towards him in hopes of getting a better photo and off he ran.
It's a long story ... 
I enjoyed reading your pondering about how we do actually see each other and reminder that we are very lucky to be in the right place to see the thing that caused us to snap a photo – even if it is blurry.
Very lucky, indeed.
I think it’s great you were able to snap it at all, Tresha. Wild animals scare easily sometimes.
Yes, I am happy that I got even that one, fuzzy photo.