The eyes of a white-tailed deer are liquid and deep. Walking at a nature preserve, I sense and then spot a doe’s motionless face gazing at me from a dry creek bed. We stand alert and silent. Though I don’t see them, a young fawn or two are probably hidden nearby waiting for their mother’s signal to move. Birdsong, the wind and children’s voices in the distance fade away behind the curtain of green foliage. There is only this place and moment.
Oh, Beth….Such beautiful, poetic writing that you’ve partnered with your photo of the deer. It’s like a prayer.
Thank you, Jan. I’m glad that it is meaningful for you. Thanks for your support!
You capture magical moments so well!
Thank you, Pam! Thanks for reading my blog. Hope that you are well and enjoying the summer.
Thank you, Beth, for reminding me to stop and smell the roses or watch the deer. I loose track of that too often.
Thank you, Linda. I hope that you are having a wonderful summer out in nature!