White-Tailed Deer
This morning started well enough at Lakeside Park. An encounter with an endearing chipmunk who, as the weather had taken a turn for the cooler, was catching the first rays of sunlight on the chipmunks favoured log pile. My morning then took a turn for the worse, and suffice it to say that I felt the need to keep one eye on my car. I did not want to backtrack, so I decided to take the long trek along the rough path on the far side of Shoemaker Lake. From that side of the lake, I could easily keep watch over the parking area. I took the shortest route that I could, cutting across the boggy wetland now hidden by the ever taller reeds and grasses at the top edge of the lake. A route I had taken many times in the past. My mind was not focused on photography as I hurriedly stepped out from the cover of bushes and reeds, and then became instantly aware that I was being watched. I was surely heard long before I was seen as I was not being that mindful of my approach. Two eyes caught ...