Now half grown, one of this year’s babies captured as snow fell this morning. It was moving across the hillside with a group of does and young mule deer in a world gone white when I stepped out to make a few images. They stopped to nibble the trees, shrubs, and tall penstemon seed heads around my home before moving on into the trees and out of sight.
Two fawns and a doe hurried by my home one evening last week. Of course, I had the “wrong” lens on the camera for such an event, but didn’t have time to change. I cropped much of these two images away to show you the cute spotted babies. I do hope they come by again. I’m keeping my best telephoto lens on one of the cameras at all times.
As I wrote the title for this post, I thought of a story that has absolutely nothing to do with the two mule deer I’ve been photographing this week.
I keep two bucks in coin on a shelf in my studio to remind me of the sale of a photograph at a local show a few years ago.
The man told me he was a couple of dollars short of the price and had begged some small coins (mostly pennies) from a friend. He said he wanted me to know that the desire to own one of my images compelled him to beg. We laughed over the dangerous addiction collecting my images might become.
I’ve named the two mule deer big buck and little buck for the relative sizes of their velvety head ornaments.
