Fawn (Not Hall)
The first day I was in Ohio, I'm walking down this path through a field. I stop to take a picture of a flower, and I hear a squeaking noise beside me. I look down into the foot-high grass and I see something brown. I lean over to get a better look, and this fawn jumps up and takes off for the nearby treeline. I squeeze off a few frames, but the little thing is moving so fast and I'm so surprised that I don't get anything really good. These three shots are the best ones of my close encounter of the deer kind. You never know what you're going to run into.
Whatever happened to Fawn Hall? She just kind of disappeared more than 20 years ago...
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