All handprints or feet not of the distinctively "other than human" caste are my own... just for perspective. And neither my hands nor feet are tiny. Nope, no siree. I used to trip on them alot, the feet not the hands, because they're pretty longish.


That was the small one. This one below shows what must've been a mother with a cub.


Below is the print of a bear I hope to never meet personally. I think his name is Alfred. He's Italian. An Italian Kodiak Bear. He has a tattoo on his shoulder that says, "I ate my mom."


Translating the difficult jargon of the Alaskan n/Native, these prints are, technically speaking, "pointing the right direction." ("m'megafuckinglad they aint headin my way.")