The rut is finally in full effect. The white-tailed ghost that had only shown up in fleeting night-time images since he was still in velvet has finally made a daytime appearance. The reclusive and nocturnal nature of this magnificent beast has been disregarded for the annual sex-crazed stupidity. But that's okay because (if I do say so myself) it makes for a damn great photo.
Like, "WHOA THERE! Did someone just take my picture?"
My favourite Thanksgiving memory was the year my mom let me cook the entire dinner myself when I was in high school and we just spent the holiday together. Just the two of us.