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.

MORNING COFFEE ALL GONE....

 Two empty cups of thick, Serbian, black coffee remain, along with a sugar dispenser, two glasses of water and a typical brandy glass. I fin...