This young buck paused. He turned. And then, almost fearlessly, he walked towards me. Slowly. Curiously. His big, thoughtful eyes locked with mine through the lens. There was something about him- something soft and knowing. He wasn’t afraid. He was present. And at that moment, so was I.
This young buck paused. He turned. And then, almost fearlessly, he walked towards me. Slowly. Curiously. His big, thoughtful eyes locked with mine through the lens. There was something about him- something soft and knowing. He wasn’t afraid. He was present. And at that moment, so was I.