We took a bus around to some viewpoints along the Grand Canyon. At one stop there were elk grazing right by the stop. We did not get off the bus. So many things to see, too little time. Drat! I thought I could see them on the way back. No such luck. The bus did not stop there on its return trip. Double drat! I got lucky. In the parking lot was a male rubbing his antlers. He was there only mere feet away. And, I had my camera and my images! It’s off season. The elk don’t mind tourists. They trot along the roadways in groups. Yes, I got lots of shots. Yay!
It was through the kindness of strangers that I saw the big horn sheep. They were mere dots on the mountainside. It’s sheer cliff. The distance was at the limit of my big lens. Dots, they were just dots. But I saw them. And I got a shot(s). There was group of loud Korean tourists ahead of me later as we walked. I decided to return the kindness and pointed out the sheep. They could not see them nor could they see them even when I pointed. I pulled out the trusty iPhone and enlarged the image. Immediately one of the men walked forward toward the cliff as he pointed excitedly to his companions. Oh my! I pulled him back and told (gestured to) him not to fall off the cliff. He grinned … and held back. Yeah, I wondered, if no good deed goes unpunished.
What do you do when you are on a road trip and you miss your cats? Po (Pablo) is one big cat! He’s Po because the kid can’t say the name. It figures. How big? How do you get the idea into an image? Comparative? Tristan is tiny for his age. Not too much help there. Po stretches across the seat of the rocker. He just looks big. I don’t know, but I don’t think Po jumps.
Sheep and wool? Ostensibly it’s all about the fiber? The market baskets – fair trade – sold like hot cakes. Everywhere you looked someone was carrying one. We got one. They have great utilitarian use. Plus, they are good for you and for the makers. Win win. Bonus. I got a good image. This lady was just dressed this way. She wasn’t there to be picturesque.
We pulled up to feed kitties. There was a family of deer feeding just off the driveway. Beware! There are signs on the road outside: Managed Deer Hunt. Oh well. This poor family may be torn asunder. I wonder if it will be bumpstock and silencers that get them. 600 rounds a minute ought to do a whole lot of damage and kill a whole lotta shit. Yeah, the NRA has us dead to rights. Imagine? They are bucking the will of 90% of the people. Yes, I would say the buck stops there.
Yup, you need some serious corrective dental work. It won’t happen. He’s a big boy. So, I assume it did not keep him from getting enough to eat. He could use some of that anti-yellowing stuff too.
All summer long I have almost run over frogs with my lawnmower. Luckily, I have not. I have also been unsuccessful in photographing one. …until now. He was on the deck, on the planter, hanging out. How’d he climb up? Steps? Why? There is greenery to be sure. But there’s no body of water. And there do not seem to be any potential mates. How long do frogs live? Answer: 4-15 years. Really!? …because Colleen says it (this very same one) was on the deck last year and trying to climb into the house. Hmmmm?
Passing through Oakland, Maryland… as we entered the store… there on the window, trapped inside behind the glass was this butterfly. The back lighting made me gun up the flash. I really got some pleasing color and great bokeh. Don’t you just love it when they make a word/definition like this. I chased around to understand it to mean that the background is out of focus. Why not just say it in plain English? I wonder how they say it in other languages.
In photography, bokeh is the aesthetic quality of the blur produced in the out-of-focus parts of an image produced by a lens. Bokeh has been defined as “the way …)
This was a perfect shot for wide angle. And indeed, I just pointed and shot. I stuck the camera into the cage past the chicken wire and pressed the shutter. One shot. Honest, one shot only. One and done. They weren’t gonna hang around to let me take another.
I did not know that locusts and grasshoppers look pretty much alike. So, that makes this a cicada. I’m seeing all kinds of interesting wildlife since I’m not diving. I hate bugs. I hate insects. I hate mosquitos. I hate spiders. Why is it always ugly bugs? Well, for some, beauty has its own appeal. …just not me.