Woodland creatures features – Part 3, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.

Still at a distance, over there, close to age old oak trees thick and tall, watching, observing my every move, uncertain of my intentions, am I here to converse or to enthrall? I move closer, assuredly, calmly, respectfully. One of them, but not of their kind, I keep this in mind. Wild heart, rushing blood, all senses engaged, an emotional flood. The wind whispers through the trees, acorns fall into autumn grass, I feel an eternity pass. Tail moves, muscles twitch, eyes fixated, a sudden pitch. A nod, I stop. Fallen tree, next to me, here I will sit, I agree. I take my place, I watch and wait until with deliberate stride prince deer draws near, with every step I can feel his weight.

© Thorsten Becker

Woodland creatures features – Part 2, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.

I linger, I wait, unwilling to move, calm, perfectly harmonized with the moment, the light, the air, the smells, the life around me. Into the sun, the warm rays of comfort, steps magnificently, slowly, playfully, a fallow deer buck. My presence is noted, acknowledged, tolerated. Still so far, yet so close as the breeze carries the perfume of deer fur, lush grass, sappy trees and dry earth my way. The call of the the wild, the forest, the untamed, the rush of the moment. I aim, I shoot, but only to capture the image of such beauty, not to take a life, in vain, as in its veins runs blood quite like mine – albeit ’tis a wolfen heart that in my chest resides, strides, howls, prowls. Dear, deer, brother mine, your life is thine not mine but may I please, I ask you this, stay here for a while and be thy brethren, soul to soul, watch the sun upon you smile?

© Thorsten Becker