Here, you see this morning’s low and late November sun light finally illuminating an important patch of woods at 8:30 a.m. The mossy patch is the end of at least three White-Tailed Deer trails. Their paths wind under 60- and 70- foot Balsam Firs and Black Spruce that have outgrown their original branches.
This also is the edge of the woods, where the deer stop, look around, and emerge into the open where the grazing is better. For several days, I’ve watched this spot for at least an hour, not moving when does and their yearlings come by without seeing me. I’m waiting for a big buck to appear before I click the shutter. I’m also giving my patience its much-needed morning workout. (Brooklin, Maine)