"...for lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land." --Solomon
The deer ventured down to the water, unaware I was even there. The waning sunlight and quietness except for the river created a scenic view; the whitetail just added to it.
Oil on canvas 16"x20" May 2019