I haven't posted it anywhere still yet, because it kind of feels special. But my magical moment of last week wasn't anything solstice related, rather that on tuesday evening I came face to face with a black deer in the garlic well woods. I took the photos with my old camera too, so per my new (pointless) rules, it should go on the scrapbook first. It felt like something from folklore. Those woods continue to be... enchanting.















