Wandering through the Allegheny Cemetery this morning, old Pa Pitt happened upon a doe with her three fawns. The deer were wary at first, but Father Pitt persuaded them that he was no threat, and then they happily posed for these pictures.
Old Pa Pitt does not know whether anyone else refers to this rock outcropping by that name, but to him it is always a lion’s head. It projects from a cliff below the Homewood Trail not far from the Frick Art Museum.
The Butterfly Forest in the Stove Room at Phipps is aflutter with butterflies all summer. Above, a Julia (Dryas iulia); below, a White Peacock (Anartia jatrophae).