As the snow melts here, roaming gangs of deer are back, prowling their ancestral suburbs, seeking out ornamental plantings not yet gnawed clean away. I see these poor creatures, collectively impoverished, malnourished by their own fecundity, seemingly incapable of recognizing how they despoil their own paradise. They cannot be blamed for their inhuman failure of vision.
I know, it's not January anymore and this isn't a small stone. I will, however, have a few things to share here from time to time. I'll try to make it worth your while to drop by occasionally. Thanks for visiting.