Yes, I imagine you might be confused by the title of this post… especially if you haven’t bothered to read the first two in this series…
Fear not, gentle reader!
Enjoy the colors, the majesty of yet another Bay Area sunset, and soon enough, all shall be made clear.
Don’t worry, we shall not pass the buck, nor shall we buck the system.
And now, it is high time I paid you that buck I owe you…
For my foreign friends, a buck, apart from being a male deer, is also American slang for a one dollar bill. I know, a long way to go for a poor jest, indeed. But I spotted this fellow from my mom’s deck the other day. He was following closely that doe and her two young offspring.
I believe that rutting season is upon us, and judging by this young fellow’s red-rimmed eyes and awkward gait, he is about to experience his first. Good luck, young buck!
Obviously, the deer have nothing to do with the photos I took the other evening down by the bay… of which I have one more post to do. But I like to put 9 photos in each post when I can, and the two of the buck were just waiting to go somewhere.
And I had a little fun with it, did I not?