Chasing the Sun 075A4557
The trek to the beach was cold and damp on this heavily overcast morning. The tide was low, however, and with it comes the chance of incoming salmon. Bears seem to know this instinctively, though I suspect it may be the pungent odors of the ocean floor, uncovered by a receding sea, that call them in. As the sun made its morning debut, the curtain of clouds opened just slightly above the western shores of Cook Inlet. Golden rays flooded across open waters briefly bathing the shoreline. I followed this bear as she coursed along the shore trying to keep her silhouette between me and the sun. She stopped several times to gaze across the water, facing away. Finally, she turned, facing me, her back to the sun, casting long shadows and enhanced with a rim of golden light. So on a cold, damp morning I created what is undoubtedly my personal favorite bear image of more than a decade.
Chasing the Sun 075A4557
The trek to the beach was cold and damp on this heavily overcast morning. The tide was low, however, and with it comes the chance of incoming salmon. Bears seem to know this instinctively, though I suspect it may be the pungent odors of the ocean floor, uncovered by a receding sea, that call them in. As the sun made its morning debut, the curtain of clouds opened just slightly above the western shores of Cook Inlet. Golden rays flooded across open waters briefly bathing the shoreline. I followed this bear as she coursed along the shore trying to keep her silhouette between me and the sun. She stopped several times to gaze across the water, facing away. Finally, she turned, facing me, her back to the sun, casting long shadows and enhanced with a rim of golden light. So on a cold, damp morning I created what is undoubtedly my personal favorite bear image of more than a decade.