It is getting late and as the sun disappears behind the trees the fog comes rolling in over the meadow. The visibility slowly decreases to the point where I can only see the grass just in front of me and the treetops far away.
It is almost to dark to photograph, and since I haven’t seen any red deer for a while I am considering to leave this location and head home.
But this evening is magic, and I feel unwilling to leave. I just want to sit here and enjoy this spectacular, almost colourless landscape and see how evening turns into night.
And then suddenly he is there, just in front of me. This is the night of the deer and I feel grateful to be a humble guest.

Frame and passepartout are not included!