Goodbye, my deerest.

Goodbye, my deerest.

Here lies one of Santa’s best and brightest.

My family and I were inside, cozy by the fire; static-infused Christmas carols emanating from the record player. The lights on the tree glowing through the night as the last embers flickered and smouldered. We fell asleep dreaming of a cinnamon bun morning, ignoring our dog’s frequent and urgent bolts into the surrounding forest – so bloated were we with comfort food and lullaby levels of carbon monoxide.

Less than 100 feet away, a pack of coyotees took down their Christmas meal the old fashioned way.

A lesson in perspective for all those who find the holidays stressful – consider that you weren’t stalked through the woods in winter and disemboweled on Christmas eve.


3 thoughts on “Goodbye, my deerest.

  1. Just watched The Watch. There are some erie similarities. However, this is true nature at its cruellest yet the photographer is able to create an aesthetic that questions or portrays beauty.

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