6.10.16 Light

How I love the shifting of the 
dappled evening light.

 

6.10.16 Baby foxes

I know I know. It's a cell phone photo so you can't see well. But I can't help it. The healthy furred Fox mother and the two kits down the road continue to have their forays into the broad open sunny field, with thick woods on either side. She stands watching them play like small quickly growing wild things , and I see them out in various combinations all day long . Am I lucky or what .

 

6.8.16 For your species only

Here in this place, on the edge of the vast lands of the High Hadley Fields, in summer and winter, the wildlife walk along a path that skirts the woods. 

Far down below runs a stream, rich and clean, still. 

Come winter, you can see the indelible tracks of coyote of all ages and sizes, deer, and the smaller mammals too, making their way near the brush, in the event that they need to disappear quickly in the camouflage, of the stark winter trunks and limbs, or the lush greenery of summer. 

Before the time of ticks in all uncut grasses, I used to wander along this path, especially in winter when the activities of wildlife are so visible, and try to imagine what it is like to live your entire life, trying hard to stay invisible to , for the most part , one species only.

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6.8.16 Rarely

"Present opportunities are not to be neglected. They rarely visit us twice."                                      Voltaire

6.7.16 Obsessing

6.7.16 One, two; You know what to do

Sometimes photographs are like your kids.

You're  unable to pick just one. Or two. You know what I mean.

 

6.7.16 Oh, go on.

Go ahead. Tell Life how amazing it is.