A Near Thing
The birth of this bison calf was a near thing as the cow had a lengthy labor and when it finally emerged, it dropped lifeless to the ground. It stayed that way for what seemed an eternity. Even the farmer, on whose property we were standing and who had seen many births, thought the calf was stillborn. The animals were considered wild and there was nothing that could be done.
Finally, long minutes later, the calf stirred and eventually rose to it's feet. After falling over a few times, it stood nose to nose with it's mother as they got acquainted. The group from our camera club watching all this with a staccato of shutters, stopped for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief.
I've had a series of these photos for a couple of years now and was never happy with the way they came out in color. This winter, working more in black and white than I have in previous years, I gave it another try.
A Near Thing
The birth of this bison calf was a near thing as the cow had a lengthy labor and when it finally emerged, it dropped lifeless to the ground. It stayed that way for what seemed an eternity. Even the farmer, on whose property we were standing and who had seen many births, thought the calf was stillborn. The animals were considered wild and there was nothing that could be done.
Finally, long minutes later, the calf stirred and eventually rose to it's feet. After falling over a few times, it stood nose to nose with it's mother as they got acquainted. The group from our camera club watching all this with a staccato of shutters, stopped for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief.
I've had a series of these photos for a couple of years now and was never happy with the way they came out in color. This winter, working more in black and white than I have in previous years, I gave it another try.