Thursday, January 17, 2013

From Sunday

Grey day, somber reflections, skidding gulls
I wasn't sure what the goose was eating, something dead?  It was a waterlogged shoot. Chinese vegetables?
One cute flirt,  the ruddy duck.
I had a dream last night, Anna's hummingbird down in the garden, adult male with red head.  Best dream in a long time.

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