Evening Visitors   2 comments




A weak, dying sun has slipped beneath the tree lined horizon, leaving hues of pink, lavender and blue in a cold winter sky.  One by one, nine in all, they emerge from the woods, grey-brown ghosts, slowly, subtly, drifting across the lawn, gathering in twos and threes around flowerbeds and winter weary shrubs, quietly searching for any meager morsel available. A stag, six does, and two late season fawns adorn the landscape like slow motion statuary.  Finding little to feed upon, they disappear again, spiriting themselves into the pines and the blackness of the swiftly falling night.




Sunset, January 7, 2013

My evening visitors came early tonight.






Posted January 7, 2013 by PapaBear in Photo, Prose

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2 responses to “Evening Visitors

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  1. My daughter lives in Washington on a lake and every morning the deer just walk the promenade, it is such a beautiful sight as are your photos. Thank you Paul.

  2. Wonderful!

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