On a chilly fall day I set up to sketch at Treasure Island...but there were eyes on me already. From the rooftop, Henry the guard cat was watching. I didn't see him at first - who looks for a cat on a hot tin roof? But then movement from above and here he comes - DOWN the ladder to check me out.
Inside, another great curiosity....who was this ancient tribe from long ago? Or, possibly, are they still here deep in the forest or under the sea?