I stopped and there it was.
A deer quietly standing with its eyes upon me.
I didn't know if it would stay long enough for me to take a picture, but I gave it my best shot.
It was skittish and I tried to capture its curved lines as it turned its back to me, and then twisted its head back for one last look.
|... leg poised ready for flight ...|
Where ever there is something green to eat there might be a deer.
I walk so slowly along the streets for I can't stop myself from look at the blossoms or the leaves on trees.
I don't know what to say about Spring here, except that it is just beautiful.