A Mourning Dove

Dear Diary,

My mourning doves, Malcolm and Molly, haven't been around much but I finally was able to photograph one of them in Auntie's tree.  My Blue Jays aren't around either.  Strange.  I try to get a good dove photo every year.  The colors of the feathers and those pink feet, irresistible.

I watched a very nice documentary on Henry Thoreau last night entitled "Surveyor of the Soul".  At the end, it had a quotation that fit nicely with my word of the year..."Surely, joy is the condition of life."  I looked it up and discovered a blog post about it where the writer suggested that you write it out and place it on a mirror, somewhere you would see it every day.  I think that is a good idea.  It will be my mantra this year.