The cool things you find in the woods:
I made the executive decision to just get a few images in the driveway leading into a farm. It’s too cold to be outside for any length of time. At least the sun is out! I did deliver gifts of a rabbit and a package of butter that I made this spring to each of the kind gentlemen I have been speaking to. They were glad to receive them.
My Walking on Alligators book talks about the Black Dog: the horrible, depleting depression to which the poet Byron gave that name. I do not think I have much trouble with depression, but I do have a black dog and he is finally starting to act more like himself. It’s been several weeks now since Moon clobbered him.
Until later …