This is for the Daily Prompt: tame.
Not tame, though. We were out for a walk and heard a warning chatter. Up in the following tree, caught by the zoom.

This is for the Daily Prompt: tame.
Not tame, though. We were out for a walk and heard a warning chatter. Up in the following tree, caught by the zoom.

For the Daily Prompt: believe.
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #130.
Saturday we joined Scott Kelby’s Worldwide Photowalk, the 10th Anniversary. We drove to Poulsbo, Washington. I failed to register in time, so do not get to submit. But this photograph makes me happy for all sorts of reasons.
the deer remind me
the deer are not a metaphor
nor simile
they don’t mean anything
they are in town
because we don’t shoot them
outside the town limits
they are shy
here they cross at the crosswalks
and teach their young
about cars and trucks
the deer remind me
each time I see them
they have no voice
I remember
we think of bambi, gentle
and tragedy of a mother’s death
are deer gentle?
they are strong
fast, we are told hooves can kick
sharp and wound
I sing to deer
when I come across them
almost daily
they look at me
singing, watch me
the deer want to live
as I do too
the deer are not a metaphor
and yet they remind me
to be gentle
and that I am strong
and fleet
and can run when I have to
even when I do not have a voice
Taken at Kai Tai Lagoon, this week.
For the weekly Photo Challenge: pedestrian.
The deer teach their young to cross in our small town. I visited the DC/Baltimore corridor earlier this year and saw rows of vultures waiting on the light poles at overpasses: because these are 14 or 16 lane highways. How can a deer cross? And I saw vultures around a dead deer along 495.
Here is the photo just before, mom leading.

And mom considering my appearance, also a pedestrian.

And the youngster hesitating and then crossing.

Twilight used to be the risk time for deer when I was a child in upstate New York. In town here, the deer congregate and cross at any time of day. Where there is one there may be three or more.
We went to take other pictures and then started walking home. I took one last zoom picture…. shhhhh, she’s asleep.
Small neighbors in the sun.
This is the second to last post in this series. I zoom back out some to capture the scale of this tree, our great blue heron, how she is so comfortable sitting on this branch so high up. Where I would not be comfortable at all. She amazes me.
She and I rest some, just enjoying the morning sun.
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