Edges

Edge of daylight, at the edge of the swamp. This was the final photo of the afternoon. During our bushwhack, I grilled seven or eight ticks off us with the torch lighter, but the boys were thrilled to get out and, as ever, showed their markedly different forest coursing styles. Mak always wants to pick up a scent and tear off through the brush for his quarry. Rollo sticks near me and finds the easiest track through the underbrush. What a pleasure to share my time on earth with these two friends! April, 2017

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