April 30, 2016

Walking the Rye marshlands

Someone thoughtful left a perfect walking stick propped up against a tree. Grateful.

If I press my hands against this, will I find myself back in time? In Scotland? Hmmm.

Better to Be Here Now

Field of deer

On both sides of me (note to self, check for ticks)

And avoid the turkeys (good life rule in general).

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