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"A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty..."
Albert Einstein
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A female Wapiti Lake wild wolf pack member, tracking collar number 1267, "greets and sweets" or perhaps just encourages, a juvenile pack member. She is not the alpha female of the pack, but even so she might be the dark youngster's mother. They were sharing guard duty with the other pack members, taking turns watching a weakened bison bull they had trapped along the Firehole River in Yellowstone.
I had been lucky get a seat on a snow coach that took us into Yellowstone National Park’s interior roads, groomed only for over-snow travel in the winter. About 15 miles into our dawn journey, three black wolves emerged from the woods. We debarked to watch them; as the sky lightened, they moseyed onto the bank of the Firehole River where it parallels the road, then walked across a shallow spot in the to join pack mates who, probably during the previous night, had trapped a debilitated bull bison in the shallow water. We spent the rest of the day observing the wolves – there were probably 10 or 12 altogether – and their interactions with each other and their work of wearing the bison down to the point where it would become an easy meal. We were not able to stay until the denouement, but by the following morning it was widely reported that the inevitable had happened and the wolves were finally reaping the rewards of their many hours of work.
So why didn’t they just kill the bison as soon as they recognized it was an easy target? One possibility is that they had eaten recently, reducing the urgency to eat again. Hunting even compromised large hoofed and horned prey is energy-expensive and very risky: one well-placed kick or a stab with a heavy, thick horn, can be deadly. But progressively depleting prey by not allowing it to rest, eat, drink, or let down its guard for a second, threatening it for hours upon hours, biting off bits of its flesh, and de-energizing it to the point where it could no longer defend itself, was good work for juvenile pack members. In fact the young wolves we first saw in the road, with their headlight-bright yellow eyes and the typical long, spiky hackles of juveniles, did a lot of that work under the supervision of experienced adults. It was a great training session for the pups and an opportunity for at least some of the senior wolves to relax while dinner was being prepped for them.
All photographs in this series were taken with a long focal length lens at a distance sufficient to avoid disrupting the wolves’ behavior. Additionally, many of the images are cropped, which also makes it look like I was closer than I actually was. Although I selected many images in which the wolves appear to be looking at me, in fact most of them were looking at other wolves or at their prey and not at the human presence, which at times was substantial.
Never approach wildlife. Yellowstone National Park regulations require a minimum of 300 feet from bears and wolves, and 25 yards be maintained from all other wildlife. Even if you’re farther than that, you know you’re too close if your presence causes animals or birds to change their behavior.
The rabbit on the right spent some time grooming the rabbit on the left. Colne Point Nature Reserve, St Osyth, Essex.
More deer affection :o) I love to catch random shots of the deer. Comical, affectionate, interesting. Their closeness and protective ways are fascinating to see and capture on camera.
Take a look at the other deer photos taken today. Click on this link and scroll down.
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Taken from a boat on the Chobe river near Kasane, in Botswana!
Father and son waterbuck!
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i wrote this on a napkin, and then wondered whether it's better this way, or on the back of a business card. i can't decide (the business card draft is here)
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I remember a time when she didn't just hold onto me; she held me Large On Black
Or maybe she's ordering some dog treats? : )
Pondicherry, India: A candid shot walking in the streets. The posture of affection caught my eye. This must be friendship.
and listen to an Indian song
(which also shows why girl friends are better :-)
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Scanned using a Super Coolscan 9000ED
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Today, it being spring and our wardrobes overflowing we conducted a long overdue cull of clothes too long hibernating and deserving the freedom of the charity shop or the bin.
Doing so I came upon this shirt, unwearable as a result of all the pulls in the front, but which until today I couldn’t bring myself to part with.
It is some two years now since our twenty-year old cat Jake departed this life and there’s still a hole in our hearts where he used to be. He was very fond, even in his final days of jumping onto my lap and kneading my tummy with his remarkably sharp claws before settling down to sleep.
These pulls were the only tangible evidence I had left in this world of him and of his affection for me.
At least there’s now a picture to document that evidence even though it too has now departed.
Cut-paper collage postcard. Don't worry: this wasn't prompted by anything in my personal life, just by the fact that these Charles Rennie Mackintosh chairs are facing in opposite directions. The background is from a series of 1948 Texas highway maps.