The deer was standing near the edge of the canal, her body shaded by the leafy oak tree. Her head was down as she quietly lapped up a drink of water. I stopped and climbed off my bike to grab my camera. I lowered the bike to the ground with slow intent as I whispered across the canal, "Why not just stay right where you are, for just a second or two?"
The camera lens fogged up as soon as I lifted it from the cool backpack it had been stored in. Damn humidity. Using my t-shirt I did a quick wipe and lifted the viewfinder up to my right eye, but it was too late. The deer jumped gracefully up the small embankment and walked off into the woods.
19 hours ago
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