There is something wonderful about nature.
Especially when paired with some of the best jazz recordings ever.
The year that changed Jazz forever.
Giants walked in those days.
And a deer walks in our yard.
As I often state, we are blessed.
First thing, there were five deer.
One day this past June, Susan, hone alone, spied deer in our yard.
I documented our last cervine visitation in A MidWinter Herd.
This visitation seemed purely for her.
So taken was she, she photographed. I suppose because photography and paint are her visual art fields of choice.
More a videographer, me.
And still, enjoy.
There are some blessings…that leave one wordless. Not quite speechless (that would truly be a blessing) but wordless.
The Wild finds ways to delight and amaze even when one’s delight and amaze buttons are exhausted.
Here, a herd of deer came to visit. They stayed quite a while.
We are blessed.