Day 332
November 28, 2921
Happy Birthday, Margie.
I have this new habit of driving up there on an empty tank. So I didn't drive anywhere else, but I did hang for a bit and enjoy play.
I thought the bird high in the tree was an osprey because of his back, but once he started to fly I realized it was a red tailed. There were no other birds.
But so many spirits appeared in the old maples. It felt very thin. There was a little snow, very little. Ice is beginning to form on the water.
| Photo by T.R. |
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