Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Apropos of this time of year, o walked to the Cove this mining in thin grey morning light. The robins were in their spring song mode already and the dawn chorus has begun its first few movements of its annual concerto.
Down on pebbly beach, lying flat on the gravel by the waterline was this headless deer. It's too freshly dead for me to poke around with and see why I can't see its head. The eagles and crabs have cleaned out its insides and it won't be long before the flesh is gone and the sea carries away the bones. Death and rebirth as we head towards a full moon and the light noticeably begins to return.