Memory is a wonderful, fleeting, mysterious force, isn’t it? Joanna posted these photographs of deer beds by Katherine Wolkoff and I was instantaneously brought back to childhood in Vermont where we would see these in the back field almost every morning of the summer (you could see the back field from the kitchen window). There is something so peaceful and calming about seeing the place an animal felt safe enough to sleep.
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