Hidden beauty

Every day, in the wilds, I have to wonder how many eyes are watching me?  How many critters can see me, yet remain hidden?   Too many to count, I'm sure.

Yesterday, on a rainy day dirt-road drive through a section of the White Mountain National Forest, we got lucky and saw a buck run into the woods ahead of us.  I figured he was long gone, but Jimmy stopped the truck anyway and although it was dark and he was in the woods, he hung around and stared straight at my camera.  It was such a pleasant surprise and lovely gift.