Queen Josephine asked me to deliver the following message.
“Dear followers of Sethsnap, I ask that you write a beautiful story or a lovely poem for me and my kingdom. My young bucks are growing up fast and will soon be in search of their brides. Please write them words of encouragement. Sincerely, The Queen.”
Your Story is a SethSnap series in which you get to decide the story behind the photos. You can write a story, a poem or even just one word. You decide. To see previous Your Story posts click on “Story Time” on the right.
What a sweet pics!!
Very lovely photos!
Love these photos!
Great pics. The misty look makes it mysterious and beautiful. Thanks for a look into the life of the bucks.
“Standing there, you’re a sitting duck!”
“Umm, if it looks like a buck, and sounds like a buck …”
“What are you doing? Trying to get a bang for your buck?”
“Well, if you insist on running amok …”
So, Seth, that’s my lame pot luck! 🙂
Ha great. 🙂
Beauty awake with dawn.
Is it planned or a surprise coincidence of waking?
Thanks edgar. Surprise.
Wow so beautiful!
Thank you. 🙂
The shrouded mist harkens all to lift their gaze upon the morn
Breathe in the scents of life and land a new beginning is at hand
When nature asks and primal needs awake the young ones seek a special mate
As Queen I can but watch the young and know their moment has begun
They graze among the fields of green and glance at me their lonely Queen
This was sweet!
I have been reblogging your site and sometimes writing a poem with your inspirational photo and sharing on Facebook and Twitter. Just wanted to check with you to see if that’s OK?
Of course. thanks so much. 🙂
The early morning mist
lay heavily on the land.
The deer and other animals
are quiet where they stand.
A buck catches a scent
of something he’s never known.
How magnificent his stirrings
as he stands there alone.
The world is his playground
and he brings to it his glory.
The big buck is waiting for her
to help tell his story.
Reblogged this on Adithya Entertainment.
Thanks for the reblog.
Great pictures! I love the morning mist shots.
I was out early one misty morning, eating grass and daydreaming of my love. He was a strong, kind buck who would father my children firmly but kindly. I was so honored to be … Oh! A human! Quiet! Still!! Daydreaming too long! Wait, there’s something about this human. Smells like a human but … Something…. Different.. I’m not afraid.. He has a kind, loving scent like my love. I’m going to take a chance and linger just for a moment to enjoy his essence.
I didn’t realize it was a buck. That messes my story up. May i delete it and begin again?
🙂 Nice. Thanks Donna.
The Kingdom where your mother reigns is where you have known all your lives. You have desires, desires to find your own queens in a kingdom you would call your own. The future may look foggy, hazy as it looks this day. Only take care for you will always fulfill your hearts desire.
Thank you. ;0 >
Teacher Alvin’s comment seems to be the most relevant. 😉
Yes… in a spam world. 😉
I’m sorry, I could not stop laughing about it. Your post was so inspiring and the comments were all serious; then I scrolled to that one. I’ve been horribly depressed and for some reason, that comment completely snapped me out of it. A sort of “don’t take yourself so seriously” type message.
yeah, depressed sucks. 🙂
Emerging from the mist
Like the heralds of bygone days
They hint at what was,
With the promise of what will be.
Soon the softness of youth
Will give way to full maturity.
The promise hangs in the air,
like the fresh morning fog
What a great picture!!!
Life is like a mist
few things are clear
others we fear
those that are outlined
we search for hopes
and that can be seen
we try to adjust like rope
But, finding a bride
needs courage and strength
growing up healthy
will be rewarding in the end.
I nominate you for “The Wonderful Team Member Readership Award & Nominee ” I really like your blog.
Thats too kind. Thanks.
Beautiful photos of the queen and her court.
“Hey! Hey Bernie! Is this the place where the reindeer sleigh auditions are going to take place? I can’t see a thing through all this fog!”
Ha. Thanks. S>
Mist at dawn! Wondering what lies ahead…
One dainty, sharp hoof lifts in the fog. His black nostrils flare and he shakes his head, unused to the weight of his proud antlers. Mixed within the moist smell is something new, something filled with longing. He moves through the grass, head high, neck strong. The maid waits just down on the side of the hill. Her tail flickers with a flash of white as he stops on the rise backlight by morning light.
The dawn flares to life.
The fog glows.
But, she laughs. She turns her long face to him and winks one large brown eye rimmed with lashes. Away she bounds her sisters at her side, laughing, laughing.
He lowers his head, to proud to feel discouraged and grazes. A voice floats back to him on a silly morning wind. Come back to me, it says, when your velvet is gone. Come back to me, when you are strong. Come back to me….
Love it. Thanks.
Thank you for the inspiration!
Grazing At Dawn
The deer grazed in the dawn light,
Mist softening the edges of the early morning.
The farmer started his truck; beginning his work day.
The browser’s heads shot skyward,
Ears pricked forward, alert to any danger.
They watched the farmer drive by, shrouded in the mist.
Not a threat, they bent their heads down again,
Eating their fill before going to their rest.
This will be up on my blog, http://www.conniesrandomthoughts.wordpress.com on Friday morning (the 28th)
Thanks so much. 🙂 ..
Beautiful, ethereal images. Had a write haiku (as always :))
it must have been night
that spawned this being of light
agile and fertile
Nice. .. 🙂
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“In silence before the sun,
nature is held
like the slow rythme
beating in your heart”
Beautiful pictures, like life can be. Have a wonderful day.
ps. thank-you for the video on Ben Caplan..passion like beauty..and words to the soul.
Welcome. Bur i don’t put those there. WordPress does.
Sorry.. it was nice music. You don’t have a choice..why? hmm.. I’m not sure how I’d feel about that. Sorry if your popularity put you in the stop light. Your work is beautiful no matter how many items unapplied by you are found. Your work stands alone.
Have a great day
Thanks Tara. 🙂
I’d to follow you..your very inspirational to me.
Thank you for liking my post! I like photography and beautiful things too and your photos are beautiful! I’ll have to look into your photos 😉
Shared my poem today with your beautiful photo…
Pausing in the morning mist
A silhouette is seen
Nibbling grass the dew has kissed
Guarded glances in between.
With silent dawn, a gentle breeze
A cloak of fog’s embrace
The sun protruding through the trees
She leaves without a trace.
Thanks Toni. Beautiful
Huh? What? Shhh, I thought I heard something…oh we’ll I will go back to grazing now. Lol
HA. Thanks DOnna. 😛