This is the view outside of my kitchen window. Behind our house lays a tree-covered bluff and a creek that winds through the grassy slopes. Looking southward there are no houses in sight as our nearest neighbor in that direction is several miles away.
Tonight as I was doing dishes I spied 11 deer coming up from their hiding places. At first I saw just three, then more and more followed on their trek across the tall grass beyond our backyard. I wanted so badly to capture a picture of them so stepped out the door as quietly as I could. Of course, it didn't work. Heads erect and ears up they spotted me at once, turning tail and dashing off back to where they came from. I could've kicked myself. Not only did I miss a beautiful picture but more importantly, I lost the opportunity to watch them farther as they came out into a world that becomes their own after dusk.
Sometimes it's better to leave the camera alone and simply live the moment.