Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Death of a Fawn.

We walk by this restaurant most days, and they usually have a goat or a chicken tethered outside. Lately it's been a fawn. Don't know if it's always the same one, or if they find a new one after the dinner hour. In any case, as a copywriter I have to say there's no clearer way to say "Fresh venison here."

P.

1 comment:

Steve said...

Peter, I've been thinking of your picture all day - well, two hours, while pulling weeds. Aside from my first thought of "Oh! A fawn, how sweet and cute; how could those mean people kill it?" was the thought "Everybody, everything want to live. Each of these weeds wants to live. To reproduce. That is their purpose - their only purpose...really"