Mulie

      I awoke too early . . . then walked by the river. Heron, beaver, mule deer, muskrats,. As I left home I watched a lone young bull elk cross the road and disappear into the gloom; and when I returned home some more mule deer were grazing nearby and I snapped this young buck.

       Another half box of culled books gone - hardly made a dent. Book discussion group reading mostly; we are reading Octavia E. Butler's Kindred , published in 1979; and I just started Falling Out of Time  by David Grossman.