and instinctual warning.
Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Some people never get to see a bear in the wild. I consider myself very lucky to have seen nine on my camping trip so far. Granted a couple were a little too close for comfort but being with someone who has had a lot of experience around them has been invaluable. It may have even stopped me from being lunch for a Grizzly!
This black bear, number seven, was brought to our attention by my Staffordshire Bull Terriers as he ambled by our camp, hidden by thick growth, a mere 20 paces away.
Their behavior has changed since their first bear encounter and now with noses in the air and throaty growls we know that we are in the presence of a bear.
Game little dogs those staffys and as always, I am amazed by their instincts.
off the end of a brush.
Energy and motion made visible-memories arrested in space.
Sometimes it’s her office; other times her place of sanctuary. As we glided across the smooth surface it wasn’t the scenery enveloping this beautiful lake that caught my eye, it was the swirling of imagery through the water. There one moment and erased the next by a single sweep of the paddle.
Paint flowing off of the end of a brush onto a blue canvas.
I like to capture something different in a landscape. I look for those things that are fleeting and not repeatable, often imagining how many times a landscape has been photographed exactly the same way: same light, same settings, same perspective.
It’s almost always about the water…
I have drunken deep of joy, and I will taste no other wine tonight.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Bear in the Area was the sign that we saw posted everywhere upon our arrival at a primitive campground in Waterton National Park. You know you’re deep into bear country when there are steel food lockers at every camp site. I’ll admit it, not comfortable around bears, too unpredictable for me but the scenery was breath-taking so we pitched our camp for the night and listened to the stories swirl about bear sightings.
We’re early risers: traveling with dogs does tend to encourage that and the pups were eager to get going that morning.
Leashing them up we started out only to be brought up short by a large bear strolling along the river, pausing occasionally to take a look at us.
I quickly took some shots then was drawn to the behavior of one of my Staffords. He’s never been in the presence of bears before and watching him savor the taste of the wild was fascinating to me. Head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, he drank it in, blowing out scent and carefully drawing it back in.
I got the shots of the bear but I’ll always treasure the ones that for me truly capture the experience.
The ones where my dog tasted true wild for the first time.
Note: Thank you Rich and Brenda for the assistance and the chats, it was a pleasure meeting you both and Steve, thanks for all that you do so that we can continue to enjoy the wilderness experiences.