Got up early today with the intention of taking photos of deer. I found this band of wild horses at the water hole instead. They were not very happy that I was there but after banging around for a few minutes they settled down and let me shoot them for about 15 minutes until the Stallion had had enough.
11-18-2011: For me wildlife photography has been largely a collection of happy accidents. I go out to take photos of something specific and am fortunate enough to happen upon animals doing their thing. It seems as if I purposefully go out the opportunities elude me. Lately though, I have been finding quiet spots to hide in and wait and have been rewarded for my patience. I have also startled and been startled by coyotes and deer where we both frightened each other by not being aware of each other’s presence. It can be a bit frightening to hear something crashing through the brush and not be sure what it is until the last-minute. My luck is holding so far with no mountain lions or bears bursting out of the brush. Fingers crossed… : )
11-29-2011: I have discovered a couple of really good places to find deer. So now my photos are no longer happy accidents but have become a deliberate obsession. Stalking and finding deer, especially big bucks has become an all-consuming passion. I think of the photos with big racks as a type of porn. Antler porn!; and it is a pretty addictive activity for me.
Dirt cloud slide!
Enjoy the glide
On your best day.
Hiked into Marlette Lake October 19, 2011. Ten miles round trip and the leaves were still not at peak. Practiced some HDR technique with some of the photos. Came back just a little foot sore but enjoyed the trip.
Abandoned, they thrived in forgotten corners and the out of
Where others had died they survived and made the outback
their own place,
Here to stay.
Now hunted and harried, they have done too well.
There are too many to hear others tell.
They don’t belong
To see them in the wild you can’t help but hope
That their nobility and spirit will grace the desert forever
Running out there, fleet and strong,
Not relegated to dreams and songs.
Stark and unforgiving.
Earth’s skeleton plain to see.
No lush green growth to hide in.
Rock and stone, sand and grit,
Wind, your constant companion
Tugging at your clothes
Caressing you to the bone
Scouring the planes of your soul.