Down by San Francisco Bay, from November until March or so, you might see a burrowing owl standing on a rock at the edge of the water. But it blends in so well, camouflaged in color and form as if it were a rock itself, that someone will likely need to point it out for you. At least at first. In my weekly winter walks by the bay, a friend and I often go to look for the burrowing owl, hoping it will turn its head in a half circle to look at us with its big yellow eyes. In this piece I've printed all the wood type Os, Ws, and Ls I had, using the letters to add meaning and to point to the theme: the words becoming the owl, the rocks, and the background.