Where last I left you on our great journey to Pike Island we had finally spotted the elusive White Tailed Deer. We represented the glory of this moment with a picture sort of like this one (though not, actually, this one):
But to be honest with you, the first sighting was actually this:
And if you have been following along with our 600 part photo journal of a three hour trip to Pike Island hoping to see pictures of deer, I want to assure you that soon you will be knee deep in deer.
But today we have to take a short aside to answer a question that has consumed many of my readers:
"Was this whole trip during sunset?"
The answer is:
With all these pictures exhibiting a plentitude of golden, slanting, brilliant light, it is natural that people have wondered how a three hour trip can be all during sunset.
Last night it snowed here in Minnesota. But before the snow falls, if it deigns to hold off as long as it did this year, in December, in Minnesota, among the deer, and the dead grasses, and through the bare trees, from 11:30 in the morning until 4:30 in the evening, the sun is slowly setting the whole time.
It's very pretty.