The rock jutted up from a meandering current, where water diverted from a wide, shallow stream, down a rocky brook until it filled a cavernous pool surrounded by rock slabs, and slippery stone ledges. And running down the rock face, a slow and steady trickle fell, eroding the rock and conducting the melody of several distant waterfalls. I sat on a rock, inches above the rushing current and watched the world come alive with the morning light.
A doe deer jumped out from a thicket of pine and drank ever so gently from the pool, and as I quietly pulled my camera from the middle compartment of my daypack, the deer popped its head up. I froze, feigning lifeless until she sunk her had low to drink once more. I studied the settings on the camera, judging how the image would turn out, because I knew that if I hit the shutter, the dear would bolt immediately. Finally, I managed to adjust the camera just in time as the deer crept around the bank, toward me. I aimed, focused my lens and clicked, but the deer was too quick. The young doe disappeared into the forest, and I decided it was time to venture on.
It wasn’t long before the moose grew weary of my company, and decided to continue on his way. I sat there for sometime afterwards, savoring the memory and recording the details that spoke to me, of my encounter and of the beautiful morning spent with Nature. It’s not everyday you see something magical. And after all the close calls I’ve had, I’ve learned you must appreciate every single experience. Otherwise, what is the point of living?
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Story written & Photos by Brandon Scott / Eye & Pen