Fourteen seconds of bad video of deer hurrying through Moose River, New York, on December 22, 2006.
I found this a few days ago and cherish it, not only for the deer but for the fleeting glimpse at Owen's Pl. (pronounced like it's spelled), the long-gone (burned in early 2008, I think) home of our neighbor Owen. He rebuilt (spent a North Country winter in a camper while doing so) and stayed on another several years. We were neighbors for about 14 years and my sum total of communication was a few dozen waves. Dad talked with him once or twice.
Time goes on. Owen passed a few years ago and his new camp is now someone else's. But his original place is always his, and I'm not knocking people or change when I say I am grateful for that...
...and for the deer. And the woods. And late 2006. It's great to see them all.
-MJ
