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Sunday January 06, 2013

Dave Bonta January 6, 2013

The sky is mangy, with blue patches showing through, and the yard is leprose with tracks. A rabbit twitches under the deer-ravaged rosebush.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged cottontail, multiflora rose, snow
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    Cold and clear. In the woods to the east, a loud dialogue of knocks: two pileated woodpeckers seeking admittance to dormant cities of ants. …

    February 18, 2012

    The sun glints off periwinkle leaves in the yard where snow has just melted. All sounds come from a great distance: crow, woodpecker, train. …

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    Just out of sight through the dripping woods, something dangerous must be passing: a succession of deer blast its odor from their nostrils. …

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Cover of Ice Mountain with a linocut of a big ridgetop tree.
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