It resembled fog, but browner. Plus, fog doesn’t smell. Despite the air quality from the Canadian wildfires, I headed out to take pictures. The results reminded me of watercolor, painted in layers with soft edges. Despite the deepening gloom, my catch of the evening was a pair of fawns with their mother.
Deer have been plentiful on my recent drives. I love photographing these beautiful critters, but I’d been hoping to see some fawns, too. Finally, I spotted one with her mother in a distant field. The doe bolted, but the fawn kept grazing. Finally realizing it was alone, the fawn white-tailed it to catch up. So sweet.
Both aspen and birch are self-pruning trees, which means that as the tree grows taller and the lower branches are deprived of sunlight, they atrophy, fall off, and leave dark, oval-shaped scars. Folklore traditions refer to them as the eyes of the forest. People would seek shelter in times of danger, feeling protected by their gaze.
