Monday, November 3, 2008
the path the deer took
A steep incline is not apparent, but it's there. You'll just have to imagine 2 deer faces staring up from the swamp.
The marshy swamp. I have a shamelessly narcissistic confession: I wear the colours of dried grasses and reeds ... on my hair! That's right, my hair is the colour of dead grass. I love these faded pale colours of late fall.
The old railroad tracks to the lake. Even Musti matches, his fur picking up the threads of darkness inside the powder pale grasses.