I stepped onto a ferry. It took me from Bay Shore, on Long Island’s mainland, to Ocean Beach, a stretch of the barrier island called Fire Island, where I joined a group of fellow photographers. Our autumn walk there was short, covering just a narrow section on the beach and a few home-lined paths between the Atlantic and Great South Bay. The trip provide fruitful, though, with fiery red leaves, shadow-casting fences and, best of all, a fearless deer, all beckoning me to be the focus of my camera. And so they were.