Thursday, September 29, 2011

Deer, Oh Deer

A wounded deer leaps the highest. ~~Emily Dickinson 

Last week, a deer came to eat apples under the neighbours wild apple tree just across from our house. It continued to eat for quite a time while I snapped some photos.


With curiousity, it stretched it's neck out to get a good look at me. I supposed it wondered what I was doing.


This is another reason why  like living way out here in Dalhousie.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Morning Glory

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.  ~Walt Whitman

A morning glory after the rain