what coyotes talk about...
Nice. Simple. Soft colours.
Love this photo.Coyote, you're a shooting poet!
Love the pic. It reminds me so much of early morning at the lake and summer camping vacations. Thank you.
I see the boys of summerI-- Coyote the title of yer posting put me in mind of Dylan Thomas' poemI see the boys of summer.... et voila the first stanza... drop in to Brim...CliffI see the boys of summer in their ruinLay the gold tithings barren,Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils;There in their heat the winter floodsOf frozen loves they fetch their girls,And drown the cargoed apples in their tides.
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