Monday, March 27, 2017

Every Seed is a Longing (K. Gibran)


It was before sunrise when a doe and a fawn came to my garden. There is a lot of wildlife around the house – coyotes, peccaries, and even cougar (mountain lion).  Perhaps deer are the most peaceful to encounter and watch.

I opened the Nikon–H 180mm lens to its widest and whistled. For a second they both looked at me as if I were the intruder. And maybe I was.

When I printed the photo, the first thing I noticed was their facial expressions. Mamma seemed calm, while the young one had eyes wide opened. It was a perfect contrast between experience and discovery. Between wondering and “having lived it before”.



The second thing I noticed was the large wound scar on mamma’s hind quarter. It was too large for a coyote attack; only a cougar could have done that. Yes, mamma had seen it all and survived.

… The fawn’s eyes and look made me think of some expressions I had captured before. On people. When they did not always expect me to be there. In those instances, my lens and I were again the intruders.

Sad Eyes. Her eyes tell the story and the positioning of her feet perhaps indecision. It is a photo I like for its unconstrained context. It is a moment every human has.





Life is about to start. Yet, for this young girl in a remote village, life had already shown its many faces. The comfort of holding a puppy gives hope albeit also dependency.




Lonesome. Like mamma deer, this woman may have scars. At least that was my thought when I saw her sitting on the floor.




The look of defiance. This young man held his pet snake with the same love as the young girl held the puppy. Yet the look of the snake is less comforting.


… It reminded me of an arrow about to take flight. Perhaps into a new discovery or disappointment.


March 27, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017

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