before the Thanksgiving holiday — a favorite of mine — a few pix
the clouds and brightness of early november
to burn/shred. but first, a nap.
headin’ for the highway
snow in the hills of mid-november
when we’re excited little birds
around the feeder
the cat’s indifferent
or just furious
it seems that he’s never neither
(from "Thugs" by the Tragically Hip)
chickadee at the feeder, 6 feet from where I type this
Who installed that bird feeder for you? He/she should go pro.
I’m glad you asked.
It was my brother Ned…
He’s the coolest…