Four deer running, almost in single line, white tails bobbing up and down as they negotiate the high brown grass behind the house. I was struck by how their coloring blended in with the surrounding russet and burnt umber shadows and surrounds. In stillness they might be hardly noticed, but it’s their swift, fluid sprinting through the grass that catches the eye. They’re heading for the creek a hundred yards or so further ahead, where the taller trees will afford safety in seclusion, away from the wide open field. How pleasing it is to be the witness, observing the gifts that present…
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