The Deer Who Smiled at Me in Yosemite
It’s a risky move, publishing this post. You might figure out just how silly I really am. How silly?
Here it goes. This is a portrait of Buckminster, the mule deer I befriended in the Half Dome Village campground during my trip to Yosemite last year. No sooner had my friend Judy and I settled in than this seriously tame creature showed up a few tents down. Mesmerized by my first wildlife encounter in the park, I scurried back to my heated tent (yes, that’s an oxymoron) to retrieve my camera.
On my way back, I encountered another creature – a Yosemite staff person – and I grabbed the opportunity to ask her about the deer.
“Oh yeah, he hangs around here a lot. Not sure why. You’d think he’d be with a herd somewhere.”
To which I said, “Not allowed to play any reindeer games?”
I got a blank expression.
“Ah, okay,” I continued. “So, if he hangs out here a lot has anyone named him?”
“No,” she said.
“Oh, cool,” I said, “I proclaim he shall be known as Buckminster henceforth!”
To which she said, “….,” and then resumed walking. Away from me. Faster than before.
Which was fine with me, because what I really wanted to do was photograph Buckminster rather than talk to a normal human being. So I scurried back to where he was before and proceeded to take some pretty darn close-up portraits. I might add that during our photo session I called him by his newly appointed name…
“Hi Buckminster, let me introduce myself. My name is Susan.”
And just like that! He smiled for the camera. I kid you not, you can see it for yourself below…
Clearly, I think my work is done here.
So what about you? Have you ever named a wild animal? I’d love to know in the comments below…
Photo Credits:The Naming of Buckminster by Susan J. Preston, Yosemite National Park © 2019, all rights reserved
Technical: Fuji XT-2 | Forthcoming
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