Sunday, August 2, 2015

good morning Jack

letter to my son
sunday, 2 august



Jack



                The neighborhood is overgrown with trees and 
                    no one seems able to do anything about it.





                     Crows begin each day with a commotion.





                           Last night’s porch light casualties.





              Wanted for questioning regarding an eaten garden.





                         A beautiful morning then – snagged!





                                   Freeze – don’t flinch, or else.





                                        Hidden in plain sight.





               Glass is a solid letting through light.  Such a puzzle.





                              The Class of 2015 just hatched.





                                  Shark of the insect world.

love,
          Dad



©  Tom Taylor





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