450.7 Still a Surprise

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. It seems every time we walk and talk across t he little bridge over Fiddle Creek, we find deer on the other side, grazing or napping. And every time, it is still a surprise that we love to see.

Still a Surprise

After the bridge, look

off to the left, deer napping

is still a surprise.

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