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Deer Jigsaw (1000+ Pieces): Mother & Child

Deer Jigsaw (1000+ pieces): Mother & Child (Standing). I missed the one that got away -- Mother & Child (Lying) -- and almost didn't get this one.

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Another Seek & Find: Mr. Deer

Seek & Find: Mr. Deer.

Dear Mr. Deer: Give it up: I see you. Stop using mailboxes and road signs as distractors. Let me get closer before you do the thicket disappearance act.

Best,

Mr. S.
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Sandhills @ JC

Sandhills @ JCC (now JC). The Sandhills are relatively new to the area (or certainly more numerous than in my heyday), and now it seems they're sending their kids to school.

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"The Dream" by Mikhail Lermontov

Dream

In noon's heat, in a dale of Dagestan

With lead inside my breast, stirless I lay;

The deep wound still smoked on; my blood

Kept trickling drop by drop away.

On the dale's sand alone I lay. The cliffs

Crowded around in ledges steep,

And the sun scorched their tawny tops

And scorched me - but I slept death's sleep.

And in a dream I saw an evening feast

That in my native land with bright lights shone;

Among young women crowned with flowers,

A merry talk concerning me went on.

But in the merry talk not joining,

One of them sat there lost in thought,

And in a melancholy dream

Her young soul was immersed - God knows by what.

And of a dale in Dagestan she dreamt;

In that dale lay the corpse of one she knew;

Within his breast a smoking wound showed black,

And blood ran in a stream that colder grew.

Translated by Vladimir Nabokov

From Chekhov's "Three Years"

 Laptev said nothing. Yartsev walked up and down the study, looking at the pictures he had seen so many times before, and said with a sigh: 

"Yes, my dear fellow, I am three years older than you are, and it's too late for me to think of real love, and in reality a woman like Polina Nikolaevna is a godsend to me, and, of course, I shall get on capitally with her till we're both old people; but, goodness knows why, one still regrets something, one still longs for something, and I still feel as though I am lying in the Vale of Daghestan and dreaming of a ball. In short, man's never satisfied with what he has."

Chicory & Friend

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Wild Cucumbers

PlantSnap confused it with Desert Starvine (only in the Southwest).
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Los Olivos CA

Antiquing in Los Olivos (2019). May or may not visit this year (9/2020). Remember: Only porta potties available.
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Bee on Red Clover

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Two Male Elephant Seals

Two male elephant seals, doing what males do, just north of Cambria. (Will do the trip from Long Beach to Monterey around the Labor Day Weekend.)