I am sure the title of this post got you guys all excited, and it should! But first let me introduce to you the Laity family. I photographed them the other week and here are the results:
Now, here’s the deer story! It all started with me having a usual night …staying up editing images and talking to friends on far away continents where it isn’t night yet. Before I knew it, it was 8AM and tiredness had finally caught up with me. Well …more like I concluded that it’s about time to go to bed if I want to be able to wake up at a reasonable time (which of course I ended up not doing; that was one weird day). So I bid farewell to the few people who were still online and went to get a cup of milk in the kitchen; when then I noticed it. Beautifully reigning over my backyard, a glorious sheet of fog! I immediately concluded: the time for sleep had come and gone! It was fog-photography time!
And so I did; put a jacket on, grabbed my camera, tripod, shoulder bag and out I was through the back of the house. I got some interesting shots on the street and some in the woods near my house, but I had no idea what awaited me further down the trail. I crossed Old Chicopee Drive North-West-ward, and was about to shoot a nice panorama of the trail+reeds, when I heard some noise… and before I knew it something emerged from the fog that looked like a horse to me. At second sight, it was a deer. Cool, I thought, and put the camera to my eye and shot a picture. Before I could shoot another one, I noticed the horse-turned-deer started galloping towards me. Odd, I thought, deer are supposed to be scared of people and, if anything, run away from someone, not towards one. Well this rebellious deer refused to conform to the status quo; and I was not ready to put up with the consequences in case its intentions were other than friendly. So …I ran; for a bit, then turned around for another picture; of course the deer picked up the pace again. I wanted to stop again but I could still hear it galloping, so I ran across the street, hoping the deer would cower away, afraid of the road …or if nothing else, that some car would hit it and save me (how terrible of me thinking so selfishly, but that is now it was). No car came, and the deer was by no means afraid of the road. Lucky for me, though, the deer was more interested in getting to the other side of the road and continue its trek on the trail, than in making me a martyr. Later on, zooming into the pictures I shot, I noticed it was a male, with quite the antlers. I was not nearly as scared at the time as I should have been!
Here’s the deer that attacked me
And here’s the deer up close. I wish I had the 300mm lens on my camera when I shot this, I would have a way clearer picture! …it was in my bag. No time to pull it out, had to run