Bambi In The Brook

Sunday, August 4, 2013,

I spent a few days in upstate New York recently. The Lake George region. It was my first time in the area and I was not disappointed. There is water everywhere. And as I came with a pair of kayaks atop the car, I was pretty much in heaven the whole time. I kayaked in two different places almost every day. I am Joe Kayaker, after all. I wanted to see as much as possible. These are not waters that I get to see just any day.

This pic was taken along the Northwest Bay Brook which feeds into Lake George. I was on the return leg of a foray into the lake when I came across this sight. And what a sight it was. I have to confess that you’re not being treated to the best shot I could have taken. That’s because I never took the best shot. When I came around the bend and saw this guy, he was facing me full on. For a full ten seconds I was in such awe of the image that it never even occurred to me to reach for my camera. Sometimes a moment can be so all-encompassing, even sublime, that I fail to react. Plus, I’m no spring chicken so maybe I don’t think as fast I should. Just telling it like it is. Anyways, when I finally picked up my camera this little one had already turned its back to me and was looking for an exit. Surprisingly, it did not seem at all frantic. Instead of just jumping onto dry land – and trust me, fawns can jump amazingly well – this young one was choosing its spot. It even took the time to have another look at me. That’s the shot you’re seeing here. Click on the pic to see a larger version. This is not the best photo I could have taken but it’s not all that bad just the same. I think it still conveys the magic of quiet waterways. JK       


 

 

Fawn

Monday, July 28, 2008

I have other shots on deck but this one couldn’t wait. Early yesterday I spied a group of Wild Turkeys in the back yard, so I grabbed my camera and went out to take some pics. I took a circuitous route so as not to frighten the birds but when I got there they were gone. I soon located them but not before coming across this little guy. And he is little. Not counting his (very unsteady) legs, he’s no bigger than a medium sized cat. I didn’t see his mother nearby but the night before a doe was hanging around the very spot that I took this picture. I’m sure she’s coming back for him. JK