I don’t care how the stupid song goes, this is not an antelope – there are no antelopes in North America. This is a pronghorn (Antilocapra americana,) more closely related to giraffes than antelopes. I expect you never to make that mistake again (or suffer the wrath of a nature photographer – you know how we get.)
Meanwhile, Jim’s got this thing about his subjects facing right.
This, and the last few days worth of Jim pics, were all from Custer State Park, where apparently there are a lot of wild donkeys or burros. Something vaguely horselike, anyway. I’m guessing there’s not a lot of white ones, which makes this pair notable at least, but seriously, most of my attempts at elaborating on these images are going to be wrong to some degree, so
So, it was time for another mountain trip. It had been a few years since I’d been last, to the Blue Ridge area in NC, but over fifteen since I’d been to the Lake Rabun area of Georgia. This time around, I was accompanied by The Girlfriend and The Girlfriend’s Sprog, neither of which had been to Lake Rabun. We only had time for a brief trip, but it was enough time
I’ma let Jim explain this one.
Fashion these days…
This is not a buffalo, but an American bison (Bison bison – no, really,) and by saying that, I am perpetually reminded of a B.C. comic strip by Johnny Hart that dated from my early childhood. One of the caveman characters was perusing a dictionary and came across the entry, “Buffalo (noun) – See Bison.” He flips a few pages and
It’s been a long time since my last ‘On composition’ post, even though I’ve done several that fall into the composition category. And as all avid readers of this blog will know (a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) I’ve probably covered
It shouldn’t be too hard to figure out why I decided on this one to feature this Sunday. This is not a solar eclipse, however – just a lunar one. The eclipse had started before the moon rose, so the sky still had some light in it while I was trying to capture a moon dimmed by atmospheric haze. Lunar eclipses always happen during the moon’s full phase, and at least
I’m doing these in the order that I received them, so blame Jim, but we’re once again hanging out at Devil’s Tower, Wyoming. The wide shot with the light angle is dramatic enough, but the storm in the background adds a bit of atmosphere. This is the kind of composition where you need a dramatic lightning bolt, but that’s really hard in these conditions, since
This… is why you don’t have pep rallies.
I told you we’d see more, as Jim moves into the interior of the schoolhouse that his grandfather-in-law attended. While I’d like to think it was in better shape then, I’m assuming nothing. To me, it looks like those buildings used in the first atomic tests, though it possibly predates those by fifty years or so.
Actually, I’m
