Iwas in the national forest with my camera. the day was crisp and the leaves were bright with fall colors. when i spotted the white-tailed buck, i froze. he was less than 15 yards from where i was standing. the wind must have been right, because he kept on grazing on the mossy ground. i lifted my camera very slowly. carefully, holding my breath, i lifted the camera to my eye. turning the focus ring, i framed the deer’s head. just as i was ready to press the shutter release, the buck raised his head. he was looking my way with wide eyes. click—i took the picture. an instant later the deer bounded away into the forest. he took off, but i had the shot. today, the framed photo of that buck hangs above our fireplace. what does the author imply?