Is there anything more compelling than two deer in the undergrowth catching rays of sun? Brings to mind this beautiful Mary Oliver poem excerpted here:
"The place where I want to get back to
is where
in the pinewoods
in the moments between
darkness & first light
two deer
came walking down the hill
and when they saw me
they said to each other, okay,
this one is okay.,
from The Place I want to get back to by Mary Oliver
8"x*8 Charcoal on Arches paper framed behind glass.