Hedgehog in the Fog is a whimsical Soviet cartoon and the best animated film of all time, at least according to the Japanese.
Deer in the Fog is my photographic version. It's wrong to compliment oneself, but I am incredibly pleased with the composition of this image. This one is for the portfolio!
I think I am being watched.
Let's see that again.
Cover blown!
This is a place where you'd expect to find your loyal hound, resting between the trees after playing in the snow at his silliest. Instead, you come across a furry creature with an equally shiny, black, lacquered nose...and a pair of antlers!
These mule deer have been coming around almost daily—unfazed by the Shakespearean howling of a certain basset hound. Naturally, my camera and I couldn't stay away!
I was going to save these magical-winterland photographs until Christmas, but I like them enough to make me impatient.
You are welcome! ;)
From the technical standpoint, this sunny midday lighting would normally be considered some of the absolute worst conditions for photography. The falling snowflakes, however, softened its impact, whereas the sun, in turn, made the snowflakes themselves stand out.
Lately, I've been encountering wildlife at the most inopportune moments, when various types of deer, turkeys, and even elk—that I've never seen here before—were in the process of crossing the road. Such incidents probably make every wildlife photographer say, "Curses!" loud enough to shake the roof of the car.
Well, maybe just me!
Luckily, I then noticed a number of mule deer gravitating to one particular area, giving me enough time to grab my telephoto. And, if you've been following this blog, you'll know that I go ga-ga over how cartoonish and, therefore, cute their youngsters are.
Case in point:
It might come as a surprise, but despite my almost daily updates with enviable scenery, most of my life is spent in front of the computer screen. In fact, a good part of it involves screaming at the said screen, my scapegoat of choice!
Therefore, this past weekend was my first time in the mountains during this early-snow season, including two brief hikes.
A mobile shot of this trooper, camera and lenses strapped to the shoulder, ready to head out.
Even the hikes were the computer's fault: I needed to exercise myself and my dog, Roediger, and walking up a rather steep incline with snow past the ankles always does the job.
You see, I measure a hike's success by how long my dog passes out for afterward.
He slept the rest of the day.
Of course, Roediger's experiences in this quasi-wilderness always exceed mine exponentially. First, after obsessively digging the snow, he discovered several frozen pieces of flesh--some, with black fur still intact.
I'm not sure when the massacre occurred, or by whose jaws, paws, and claws. I just hope the victim wasn't human! ;)
Then Roediger chased the mountain's most common residents, mule deer, down the cliff.
Neither the adults, nor the youngster seemed all that fazed by a 55-pound beast with long ears and giant paws, however. In fact, they just gave us the evil eye and continued to chew fiber-rich...everything.
The evil eye is a particularly effective strategy when used by a cute furbaby with a BLACK UNIBROW.
It certainly deterred us.
Oh, and while all of this was happening, I ran into the local Sasquatch, but you can only see his shadow.
I think he might've been wearing ski goggles to conceal his identity!
We climbed higher and higher, and what seemed like the top of the world was reduced to every shade of blue.
It was there that I shot my prized-possession photos of a fairly uncommon black-backed woodpecker. She was a very determined lady, to boot, if the tree riddled with beak holes is of any indication. (This avian will get her own blog entry.)
We stopped for a while to rest and to listen to what turned into an impressively rhythmic solo.
Another sound, more subtle than the best female drummer this side of the Rockies, was my favorite part.
At one point, it was so quiet, so deafeningly quiet, that we could hear the flapping wings of an always mythic raven flying past us only to disappear in the unbearable whiteness of the sunlit, partly iced-over lake.