Attention

We walk on the sidewalk below this deer watching the dog walk by on a November evening, dusted with snow

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. As we walked along the sidewalk to city hall and our favorite dog walk behind it, a mule deer on the hill watches the dog walk by. The deer pretty much ignore people, but a dog of any size makes them pay attention. Guthrie just ignores them.

It was an eerie time of day, just before sunset, before twilight with a cold grey sky and a dust of snow, still clinging to the Oregon grape and edges of boulders. Even Guthrie felt it, and choose not to walk up the road we call dog canyon.

On the road back down to the hotel at the edge of town two mule deer we did not even know were there popped up, causing us a startle. They turned away and we watched until they disappeared down the hillside.

When you think about it, who knows what’s watching us in the tall bunch grass and sage brush?

And a little poem…