Sunday, July 25, 2010

your precious long face

My aunt and uncle live in a suburban Pennsylvania in a town called Sinking Springs.
Just a few days ago, I was taking a gravel road back to their house during a run, and while doing so I stumbled across this little dead baby deer. I found her at the top of a grassy hill and I almost ran onto her body accidentally. After I registered what she was, I couldn’t help but stare at the fawn for a few minutes. I’m not really a death-centered person in general, but for some reason this little deer struck me as very interesting and a little bit nice in her fallen state. She didn’t smell bad; Her fur and bones seemed to be, for the most part, all that was left.