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clippercarrillo ā A Memory of Dawn
Published: 2012-03-01 12:28:12 +0000 UTC; Views: 3217; Favourites: 265; Downloads: 56
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There was no light during this close encounter, but the young buck held still as its ears attempted to locate the source of the shutter sound. I was hidden ten feet away, and the deer never found me. He lingered. Then continued on his way. I was on chemotherapy at the time, having been told to make funeral plans. Rather than choosing to die, I had set out to make a portrait of my young friend here, and see what gift each dawn would bring. The capture therefore has greater significance to me than any other photograph I have ever taken. When I look close enough, I can see my reflection in his eyes, and I am alive. Shot at 3200 ISO, the file has an appropriate imperfection, which is more eloquent than words in describing the impossibility of stalking so close to him. I was completely driven from deeply within to honor the life in him.Related content
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Great shot! I added it in my Portraits collection by mistake!
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Thank you, Sara.
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You deserve it
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Wow talk about an amazing picture. I have yet to be able to get a really clean shot of a deer. This is just truly stunning and I love the color you went with for the photo. Just amazing.
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Thank you for the kind comment.
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Your lovely work has been featured in my most recent journal, June's Gems : [link]
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Superbe. You have sold me with this black and white. Truly a wonder.
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Really glad you like this one. Thanks.
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This is so beautiful as well the story behind it.
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Magnificent creature. It reminds me of one day when I was driving on the highway with my mother. All of the sudden, a young buck walked onto the highway. Luckily there were no cars behind me, so I stopped. I waited for him to cross, but he decided not to. He turned around and went back into the forest. He was so beautiful. 
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This awesome photo has been featured in my latest journal! [link]
Greetings (:
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Lovely work and beautiful photo work, indeed! I love it.
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I am very glad you like it, and thus I found your page and read the poem and put a watch on you.
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I'm happy to have found your work too
Thank you!
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So touching my friend...its mazing how nature can bring us to life, the love from within
that our souls are at so much peace with, such a beautiful photo, one can only stare into its
eyes, and see life itself, never give up on it, I wish you well for the future and may you continue
to do many more wonderful shots of nature 
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Thanks for being perceptive, and have great fun with your new camera.
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I do bow to your decision... to your guts... and to the beautiful photo that you got here....
Of course, the meaning for you has to be very special..... I cannot even imagine what that must feel like...
However.... the deer ( and I love them dearly - my dad had one whose mother had died, growing up in an area where he could run fairly free but could be looked after for a while - I also never forgot those times ) is one of the lovely creatures of God's creation that I also feel very close to....
This photo is stunning dearest Rene.....
Thank YOU for sharing it and its story with us....
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You have told me some great stuff about your dad, of dogs, of hunting, and now of a young dear that he helped. I would have liked him a lot. I bet he was really proud of you. It shows in your confidence.
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Oh... thanks for your words....
Dad is still alive... and I guess - although he was a terribly strict man - he brought out the best in me, after I left their home to go and live in the U.K....
Hence, Mel calling me Bodiceia....I am extremely fragile "inside me" and very sensitive... but can and have 
On one occasion I actually forced a large corporation (Continental Airllines) to fire me, because I wanted their injustice shown to the world....
Dad.. for many years could not understand some of my actions... These days - he is 84 now - he says "I guess you are the only one with common sense and full humanity in this family".... That, of course makes me feel rather proud.....
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"Full humanity". I can verify that. I was too strict with my children also. They suffered for it, but turned out more than OK. They have plenty of guts. I'm glad to hear you're fairly crazy.
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I love being crazy and am happy you also like it......
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A great photograph, truly amazing... You really have much emotions inside of it, I think.
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The shot speaks volumes. Your respect and gratitude speak volumes about you.
The intimacy of that moment, the innocence of the deer and the profound hush has turned the forest into your cathedral.
Truly, an epiphany. I love that you value the quality of life more than just the quantity and it shows in the way you have handled this.
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Rene, such a beautiful creature, and a beautiful capture at that, also the story...how touching, this photo really is full of emotion.
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Very beautiful photo and even more beautiful story. I love the clarity of the deer in this as well, you can clearly see details of his fur, the pattering of the skin on his nose, and the reflections in his eyes. It's awesome you were able to get so close and capture such a special moment.
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That is the most beautiful thing to see thru your eyes the power of the world around us!
I am very glad you are here and I enjoy all your wonderful moments!!!
Hugs!! Brenda
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What a wonderful shot and such a moving story. Thank heavens you made the choice you did...otherwise we would have missed out on all the enjoyment you have brought us.
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A beautiful portrait. I have friends who have beat it and some who have not.
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Hey Steven, this deer lived in your neck of the woods, one hour south of you in Penn Yann, where we lived for twenty-five years while we raised our kids. We live in Kansas City now. As regards the cancer part, I see no personal virtue in having survived. I was just lucky that a certain drug was available. Our five year old granddaughter had leukemia, and that was a trial. She's alive, but children of my friends were not as lucky, so as far as I'm concerned, its the children and their parents, win or loose, who are the real heroes in the battle. Thanks for the comment. Glad I found you.
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