The Crossing

A buck sails over a wire fence in full stride, legs tucked, clearing the top strand with room to spare. A doe watches from the other side, waiting her turn. The autumn hardwoods glow orange and gold around them, leaves piled deep on the forest floor. It's a portrait of what deer do every day on farm country boundaries—moving between bedding and food, clearing obstacles like they're nothing. That frozen moment of flight, backlit by late afternoon sun, turns a routine fence hop into something worth framing.