The Art of Mirriam Neal

//I know places we won’t be found

I took a break from hunching over the keyboard today and took an evening jaunt into the woods. I went farther than I usually do, on high alert, as it’s deer hunting season and I’m not ready for death, tragic or otherwise. The air was crisp and I even saw a deer or two, although they were too quick to capture on camera. There’s nothing like the golden light of an autumn evening for picture-taking, and looking back at the photos, you’d never know we lived in the suburbs.

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