Welcome to the creative home of artist and maker Charlotte Lyons.

hello, deer


I think there were 12...it was hard to count them all wandering around the yard in the twilight. The ice on the ground makes them sound like horses when they run.


They come down through the woods, walk down the street, drink from the stream behind the house and then head for the apple trees. There is nothing left for them to eat now. I know they are really glad that Jake isn't here anymore. One less worry for a herd of hungry deer scavenging in 10 degree winter darkness. Me with the camera, that's bad enough.


helping hands

the owl and the pussycat