Deer in Field of Freshly Cut Barley

Still photographs are sometimes starting points that set the mind in motion.

As we look at one another I wonder at the deer's thoughts.

She knows me, and I her.

One day this was a field of barley, her hide. The next all was gone except for the low mounds of stalk and stubble. Harvest has brought the end to her long days of safety where she would listen for danger in the breeze that gently moved the tall cultivated grass.

The second and third photos were taken days before the first in the same field, when the early morning sun warmed the earth where we both belong.

I wonder what the deer feels...