Tuesday, October 28, 2014


 He's not a dog that will pose for pretty pictures. No drooping dead duck in the mouth, sitting patiently with liquid loving eyes doting upon his master. No, he's about making the retrieve. Stick, rock, hunk of firewood, bird, rabbit, whatever. Fish. He would drag a deer home - no problem.

So keep shootin' boss !

Wednesday, October 15, 2014


Grappling with the need to find a word that adequately describes the appearance of the Autumnal forest, I found .....
A word that defines the brilliance of the arboreal landscape
And sounds like the smell of the dead leaves decaying back into the earth.