
A deer sitting in the quiet valley, his stately antlers carrying the last piece of dusk. There’s something about him, almost blends into the surroundings, the way he sits, as if he’s divine sent, only allowed to be seen when we are ready.


A deer sitting in the quiet valley, his stately antlers carrying the last piece of dusk. There’s something about him, almost blends into the surroundings, the way he sits, as if he’s divine sent, only allowed to be seen when we are ready.
