The Poseur

You haven't lived until you've been eye-to-eye with a lizard.

View large image I was cruising along a country path in Fan Ling, close to the border with mainland China, when I nearly stepped on this fellow.

He didn't scatter. He didn't bolt. He just sat there.

I thought he was dead, but a closer look confirmed he was breathing. I got right in his face with the camera, but he ruffled not a hair in his spiky do. He wasn't frightened; he was blasé.

The poseur.

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