A setting sun
Receding heat, calm air and … quiet
A doe, a fawn and a field
All bathed in magic light
The doe looks up and waits
A stranger has entered the scene
The fawn looks up, then nibbles again
The stranger savors the seconds
The doe leaves
The fawn follows
The memory lives
Krahnpix 
Beautiful light and beautiful photos ! Congratulations !!
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There are some evenings when the light around me just turns magical. This was one of them. Thanks.
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Hi Lyle! I just had to drop you a note, from a fellow Sask poet and amateur photographer! I have been hanging around the blogging world since January and you are the first photographer/poet from this neck of the woods that I have run across! Love your images and the captions are perfect.
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Hi Melody. I haven’t been around as long as you but it has also been my experience that bloggers tend to be from somewhere else. Thanks for stopping by and introducing yourself. Glad you liked the photos though I’m not sure about the poet part – this post was my only attempt!
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There is always a first to everything – maybe there will be more? 🙂
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I’ll definitely stay open to that and see where the trail leads.
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wonderful share!
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You’re very kind.
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Beautiful words, beautiful photos, beautiful moments. Thanks for sharing all of them.
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Thanks – I enjoyed being there.
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Hi. Your poem captures that looking up, going back to feeding very well. jane
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Appreciate that. I didn’t start out writing a poem and wasn’t entirely sure I had when it was finished.
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Deer never seem to stick around long enough, but you got some great shots!
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I was actually quite a ways away and they still had to leave but not before giving me a sporting chance.
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You sure have a talent with your photos.
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Thanks – it’s nice to be able to share and have people stop by.
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