Life as an art form

On tonight's trail run, we encountered a small raccoon at the intersection of the orange & violet trails in SMP. Fortunately we had ready run most 4 miles, and Tay was too tired to flip his kill switch. So the ill' raccoon peeked around the tree trunk as Taylor stood there, calmly staring. Not the reaction I'd expect. I'm almost wondering if the two adorable masked creatures were trying to puzzle out if they were long lost cousins.
Eventually I moved in for a closer shot and he made his way up the tree. It was a fun surprise to see him as the sun set on the trails. (And a lucky thing that Aki the Cold-Blooded Killer was at home, unwilling to run.)