I moved to a northern town.
Northern here basically implies country.
The further North you go the more sticks you see.
This town is pretty run down, apocalyptic even.
I bought a camera and decided I would become a photographer because that is what people do when they live in the country.
There is really nothing beautiful and inspiring yet here, not even in a macabre way.
I am hoping fall changes that.

Today I saw a baby dear, that had been hit, on the side of the highway.
He was the size of a golden lab but obviously deer shaped.
He was still half alive, his head blowing in the wind.
It was probably the most disturbing thing I have ever seen.
I couldn't bring myself to take a picture of it.
Sadly, it is haunting my thoughts.
I am hoping I see something awe inspiring beautiful to erase it.
Maybe even a living deer.

I feel gray.