“The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. He might get burned, but he’s in the game. And once he’s in, he can’t go back, he’ll Beat his wings ’til he burns them black… No, The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. . . The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real, ‘Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal. And nothing fuels a good flirtation, Like Need and Anger and Desperation… No, The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real. . . ” Aimee Mann
For much of my time as a photographer, other than a series on dying kokanee, I’ve put my lens on beauty which is never in short supply in our natural world.
Lately though I feel compelled to tell a different story.
It’s not pretty but it’s there, right in front of me. and I’m finding it hard to look away.
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.
On a recent trip to the mountains we had the great pleasure of seeing this guy munching away amongst the wildflowers that infused the meadow with color. The bear’s sense of smell is incredible so although I was a good distance away and using a long lens, he knew I was there.
I love that I have the opportunity to be in the presence of these large apex predators. When steps are taken such as proper food storage while camping in their backyard, everyone is safer, bear included.
For me it’s a thrill to have wildlife appear in a setting that is already filled with beauty. I’ve been at this very place throughout all of the seasons and I’ve never failed to be rapt in awe.