Saturday, July 18, 2020

Graceful in death

Oh, times are hard. I seek photos everywhere in my seclusion of green exile at a friend's.  She lives near a small wood, near a small road, and this rat obviously didn't make it across.  He was going across at a good trot, so it seems.

Fall is here

There's a nip in the air, people are wearing jackets, and morning mist is common. No leaves changing color yet, but I am looking forward...