Day 2:  Churchill, Canada

 
The bear perambulates the perimeter with a mild curiosity, looking occasionally, vaguely, towards where I stand.  He lies down like a big white dog.  Gets up. Sits down in the grass.  Turns and yawns… As if there is no one there. Certainly, he knows exactly where I am.  And yet, though he sees at least as well in daylight as a human being, if I did not know better I would tell you I have not been seen.  That is his sine qua non:  Apparent disinterest.  When in fact he is aware of every smallest thing. Invincibility is a very particular thing.