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.

Morning Glory

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

A morning glory after the rain 

 

Grasshopper

Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain. ~~Henry David Thoreau

Look who we found hopping around the truck. He/she seemed quite unconcerned and jumped onto B's hat big as you please.

Here Comes the Sun

Here comes the sun, do do do do Here comes the sun, and I say It's all right  ~~ George Harrison 

Some shots I took of the rising sun a few mornings ago. Love the gorgeous colours.

 

 

There are many reasons to get up early in the morning this is one of them.

Up Close and Personal

“Thence up he flew, and on the Tree of Life,The middle tree and highest there that grew,  Sat like a cormorant.”~ John Milton

I've never been this close to a cormorant, nor do I expect I ever will again. This was obviously a young one by the way it behaved. It was sitting on the guard rail in Maplewood Friday afternoon. It allowed me to get in quite a few good shots before it flew away. Oddly enough, as it flew off, we saw a crane, wings spread wide, also leaving the scene. Unfortunately,I was too slow for that shot.

Dusk in the City

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.~~Jean-Paul Sartre

Last weekend we ventured away from Dalhousie and found ourselves in the city of Moncton. Same sun, same moon, as twilight assended, but from a totally different viewpoint.

Oak Leaf

The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.” James Allen

Now this is a big oak leaf! I placed a maple leaf on top of it to show the difference in size.