The more I see of deer, the more I admire them as mountaineers. They make their way into the heart of the roughest solitudes with smooth reserve of strength, through dense belts of brush and forest encumbered with fallen trees and boulder piles, across canons, roaring streams, and snow-fields, ever showing forth beauty and courage. John Muir
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American deer say take cover Hart Hall EXPLOSIONS

Field and forest appeared in the halls of academia last week. Elder deer with their ancient skull smiles came out of orchestra to take a fawn classical pianist under their wing to protect from the cold fog bellowing from some stump lectern by those who think they lead but really bully. Banned from Endless Forest classical deer fawn had an assignment she bravely went to without hesitation. Later deer gathered in small groups to discern the needs. Good thing since the Wicked Orchestra game began that day. Sitting in the glen as a group in the hollow of what once was a classroom became a large tree. An exotic blonde haired Asian Afro deer entered the room called Vashtic and pentatoniced us all. The devil wind went round and swayed the high pitched female deer but not the men except for the head musician deer who gravitated to the high pitched deers and began to instruct in a manner we all knew would be the end of the endless forest. Stalking the mother mid voice deer they finally managed to trap her into a parrot routine on a Hallelujah. She turned a circle in place to dislodge the offending pentatonic spell then stepped off the small ledge the high pitched deer had demanded earlier she join with them by a single step forward. Before her hoof hit the ground two ancient male deer stood beside her as a third male deer barked and then spelled the head musician deer who suddenly dismissed the deer chorus. The ancient male deer grinned that special smile known so well and with a come hither curve of the head toward the door she followed as the Django deer singing softly a jazz tune as they passed back into the glen hallway. They stepped into the next hollow tree to check on the director deer of french creamy brown coffee color splashing his stick rod in and out to white hat the orchestra as the evil concertmaster deer in all his blackness continue to poof grrreman sludge at us.

The forest's gentle rains almost make a person forget that catastrophic and cataclysmic events exist outside the boundaries of the forest. Wondering around the giant flowers and mushrooms that sprout during that time almost has an "Alice in Wonderland" quality. Instead of a queen or other royals who always want to fight you just bump into another deer. How you bump becomes entirely up to you such as swaying with the breeze, rearing up and paw clapping with another, rolling on the ground in a giggle fit, neck entwining and the dancing. Red and yellow palettes think they have it made and rule. They do catch the eye's attention for moments. One blue green storm rolls in after another and it washes all that away entirely. You become left with a lovely landscape with plants proliferating , propagating, and beckoning for the fauna to come back and play. For a time like the deer the others all help each other. Fresh and restarted. Then slowly that red yellow palette creeps back in and tries to dominate. All the while blue and green waits to wash it away again. Yellow and red need to learn some balance. Blue and green does balance all the time. Walk down the stream, go through the rock and the deer becomes red which came from blue water, transitioned and stands on green grass with green trees nearby and a blue sky. Eventually poof back to deer skin. An experience ... so what will you all do with your red moment...