Narrative: It's not always about the photograph
This was a day that won't be forgotten too quickly.
With Knox, my Blue Heeler lying by my side, I was leaning on a tree trunk trying to capture mushrooms I had just found.
I gradually began to hear what sounded like several horses running toward me. As the sound grew louder, Knox began to move about. We were both trying to determine the source of the sound.
Still taking photographs, Knox and I were suddenly startled by a deer jumping over us running up the side of the hill, followed by the second and then the third.
As the third deer cleared the opening, I quickly realized something was happening on my other side. As I turned, I found a tiny deer standing there looking at both of us. It was scared and crying, making the sound a calf makes. "Momma" it cried. It was so close I could have touched it.
The adults had already flown by and were well on their way to the other side of the hill while the baby just stood there looking around and crying.
By that time, Knox had decided he should be the "dog" of the family and protect us from something, so he dashed from my side toward the baby. With that, the baby ran toward her momma, never turning around.
As Knox quickly returned, he came and sat down again by my side as I was trying to absorb what had just happened.
It was then that I realized it. I was sitting there still holding my camera, lens cap off, ready to shot.
Photographs of that event were taken and properly stored away and saved. Not the kind I was taking of the mushroom, but the special kind of photograph that could be viewed at a moment's notice.....in my mind.
Narrative: It's not always about the photograph
This was a day that won't be forgotten too quickly.
With Knox, my Blue Heeler lying by my side, I was leaning on a tree trunk trying to capture mushrooms I had just found.
I gradually began to hear what sounded like several horses running toward me. As the sound grew louder, Knox began to move about. We were both trying to determine the source of the sound.
Still taking photographs, Knox and I were suddenly startled by a deer jumping over us running up the side of the hill, followed by the second and then the third.
As the third deer cleared the opening, I quickly realized something was happening on my other side. As I turned, I found a tiny deer standing there looking at both of us. It was scared and crying, making the sound a calf makes. "Momma" it cried. It was so close I could have touched it.
The adults had already flown by and were well on their way to the other side of the hill while the baby just stood there looking around and crying.
By that time, Knox had decided he should be the "dog" of the family and protect us from something, so he dashed from my side toward the baby. With that, the baby ran toward her momma, never turning around.
As Knox quickly returned, he came and sat down again by my side as I was trying to absorb what had just happened.
It was then that I realized it. I was sitting there still holding my camera, lens cap off, ready to shot.
Photographs of that event were taken and properly stored away and saved. Not the kind I was taking of the mushroom, but the special kind of photograph that could be viewed at a moment's notice.....in my mind.