I Adore You, Deer

Found photo. Name on back: Will Pfeffer. From the '70s?

Last weekend I found this photo at a thrift store. I got it for a buck (heh). It was stashed in a bin on the floor with several other photos and an old menu. The rest, trash. This image, a treasure.

The scene feels familiar. It is, really. It was almost certainly taken in the Pacific Northwest. I can smell those trees, blasted and dry from the late summer sun. My feet trample the fallen pine needles.

I feel like this deer is calling me back--to what, exactly, I'm not sure. I like to think that if I walked toward him, he'd turn around and lead me somewhere. Back. But back in a way that's really forward.