Sad story...

This is a dead mother deer behind my house in the woods... I saw her yesterday and she must of just died and a coyote or something had just eaten her heart out... today when I went back about half of her was eaten away.

I had seen two fawns in the neighborhood who looked too young to be on their own... a friend who lives several houses away told me that she had seen a mother deer with a broken leg and the two fawns together...

So the fawns had been hanging around with their mother in those back woods and now she is gone... I hope the best for the fawns...

Primal heights

 Prussian optical telegraph...



via Lupo LeBoucher

Happy birthday Edgar!

via ubu507:

Poe — born January 19, 1809

Alone together, the narrator asks Dupin how he found the letter. Dupin explains the Paris police are competent within their limitations, but have underestimated who they are dealing with. The Prefect mistakes the Minister D— for a fool because he is a poet. For example, Dupin explains how an eight-year old boy made a small fortune from his friends at a game called "Odds and Evens." The boy was able to determine the intelligence of his opponents and play upon that to interpret their next move. He explains that D— knew the police detectives would have assumed that the blackmailer would have concealed the letter in an elaborate hiding place, and thus hid it in plain sight.

Butterfly mind

The Illustrated World of Nikki Pinder(via akubizone)

beyond the veil...

Upward over the mountain

For Ted... RIP friend...