No, not a fee-mailman, a mailma'am!
My old eyes are getting worse every year. Can you tell me what this is?
Evidently my camera was rather taken with the foreground, and so the branches nearby held its attention while the drab background got "posterized" and soft. Grabbing it about the neck and shaking vigorously, and no doubt accidentally taking the camera off of Macro mode in the process, I tried again.
Dang it, I started in the middle.
This is the day after taking the cliché pics I started out with. Sodden, cool, the kind of day that the office folks call dreary, but one that kindles joy in my heart. The cool moist air is refreshing on my face, the leaves silent to the step. The deer expect us to leave the woods to them alone, and they wander with a bit more abandon.
Makes me yearn for a fireplace at home, and a few weeks to hunt the deer! The window is open, binoculars and camera handy. The autumn breeze brings the rich smell of fallen, soaking leaves, nuts and soft mast rotting in their depths. There is a muskiness that reminds me of mushrooms, and the smells of pillbugs and earthworms. I can't wait for dessert...my quarter-mile stretch of gravel road. Finally! I'm here! And the utility truck is not!
And then I hit the stupid macro button by mistake when I pick up the camera. You guys were really hoping for a decent pic, weren't you? And I mess it up like that. Total bummer on this end, too.
These deer were about 250 yards off, across a field. I had to crop the pic severely. Sorry.
Killdeer :(