Looks like a very cool and somewhat wet weekend-promising for both deer hunting and photography. My turn to hunt with the bow now that everyone has gone home. With or without success, sitting in the blind, sorrounded by my woods, produces special moments that are both relaxing and exciting. Whether I bag a buck means little to me at my age, the process far exceeds the outcome.
When I walked upon you in the Commons those years ago, you were listening to some classical music. That moment changed my life. Here is some Bach to initiate your Friday...
"The past is never dead, it’s not even past.”