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  • A week ago, I was camping. One of the great joys of camping is waking up and being there--being in the woods. Waking up and already being in nature.

    I crawled out of my tent before dawn, and as the sun rose a little later, the last remaining leaves lit up. A herd of deer stood in the swale. It was still too dark to capture them on pixels.

    I saw many more of them over the days I was there. The naturalist told me there were too many. That may be true, but I certainly enjoyed them. They came so close I was able to take the shot of the deer with a tiny old point 'n' shoot. I wasn't carrying a real camera, because Sandy's rains had already started.
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