Freakin Bambie

The field without Bambie...

Every morning, a family of deer grazes out in a rise on the meadow across the street.  The sun always catches them perfectly around 6:30 am guaranteeing a perfect photo. If only the little buggers would stay put. For two weeks now, I crawl out of my bed, grab my Wellies and camera and  start my pathetic attempt to capture the beauties.  The front door opens slowly as I squish my dog's head back inside while he wonders why I would deny him his morning adventure.  I creep around the house, with my honker of a Sigma lens fully extended and ready to shoot. In unison, all 5 deer look up sharply. Busted... They’re on alert and I look like an idiot. I am sure now that they see my unsightly look, hair flying everywhere, a wreck walking towards them, giving them every reason to bounce away from my shot.  In an instant, they’re gone.  If they had a middle finger they would have given it to me.  No miracle here. Yet day after day, I wait for it. Denial is sometimes the best way to seed success. When it comes someday, it will feel sweet. If it doesn’t, the journey will in some way still hold its merit in the pure fact that you tried. I think this goes for everything we do.  In this case, Bambie’s day in the spotlight will have to wait and so will I.