Maria and I love the woods, it is a secret and mysterious place with a life of its own. The dogs become purposeful in the woods, noses down, busy and intense. We see all kinds of tracks, scat, the occasional corpose or sign of flight and struggle, the echoes and shadows and traces of the night. And every now and then, a deer stand, where hunters wait for hours, days.
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January
Deer Stand, in the woods
by Jon Katz