I have always been fascinated with camouflage. When I was kid, I used to dress in all camouflage and creep around the woods trying to sneak up on animals and people alike. Slowly, I would make my way through the trees and into the brush near the edge of neighbors’ property and spy on them. Not because I was particularly interested in what people were doing, I just wanted to see how close I could get without being noticed.
There was a thrill about sneaking. Everything seemed to become still and quiet around me as I snaked through bushes and tall grass. I would become very aware of my breathing and subsequently my heart beat. The bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump of my circulatory system would begin to fill my senses as I approached the zone of no return. This is where, if spotted, I would have no alibi as to why I was there. It was no longer credible to say, “Oh you know, I was just walking in the woods, that’s all.”
In some ways, that desire has never left me. Now that I am older, I do not sneak into people’s backyards, both because that would be very awkward if I was caught and also I would have a hard time explaining to my friends and family why I need bail money. I do like to remain very quiet while in the woods and to watch animals. Similarly, I find myself watching camouflaged creatures intently. I wonder how close will they let me get before they decide their cover is blown. How intricate their patterns can be. It is truly a wonder to stand as still as the creature before you and marvel at the delicacy of it’s camo.