It's a draft - I'm not going to spend too much time on finishing touches of the details because I make all these things as part of a (long) learning process in order to eventually be able to create realistic looking scenes.

Software: Blender 2.92 (it's free)

Music: Action Strike by Rafael Krux at Freepd.com (CC0)

Blender is undergoing a structural make-over towards "everything nodes". This means that everything that has so far been done by using modifiers, will be done with nodes. Or: I have to unlearn much of what I have learned so far and learn a whole new workflow instead. But this whole make-over that Blender is currently rolling out in stages, makes Blender even more powerful, more versatile and more flexible so it definitely is worth it.

First on the agenda: learning all about geometry nodes, new in Blender 2.92

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Marc De Clercq is a lover of Humanity , a very low profile human being a great photographer but hates being photographed , and he tolerates me to some extent as I blog his soul and bring it alive on the Internet.

I dont do it for money or to gain and ingratiate myself with him , he is million light years a much better photographer than me, I am basically a point and shoot artist.

Once Marc did get upset with me at Mahim and brushed me off for asking someone for taking my picture with him , though it hurt me immensely I forgave him the snub.. and we are both close to Laxmi Narayan Tripathi his very dear friend my Hijra Guru.

Marc shoots hijras transgender and recently began shooting living with the Dam Madar Malangs and Malang is not just a Sufi spirituality it is a state of mind too..

Like being called Mastan , Mastan is a spiritually satisfied soul... I am called a Mastan by the Rafaees body piercing ascetic of India.

I have for over ten years or perhaps much less documented the Chancawalli Rafaees , and lived with them , followed them from one Urus to the next , it was the Chancawalli Peer late Sikandarwali Bawa who introduced me to Haji Malang and later I saw Ajmer Sharif very late in life.

I am not a Sufi adherent but I have their peaceful mindset, I prefer them a million times than the neo Muslim .. adherent of Wahabbism or any similar school of thought.. I distance myself from any Islamic school that denigrates anyone who is a believer of Ahle Bayt... nothing more nothing less and I would rather eat dead flesh than eat or drink water from the hands of such man that kills another Muslim for being a lesser Muslim than him..

Well back to Marc..at my house there are two photographers that are as close to our family one is my mentor Dr Glenn Losack MD American full blooded .Jew born bred in Brooklyn and the other Marc De Clercq from Ghent Belgium.

Marc too likes my family and Marziya my photo shooting grand daughter 3 and a half year old gets along with Marc like peanut and butter.

They have an amazing tuning is all I can say..

Marziya has met some of the finest photographers at our house and is our in house photographer for the welcoming guests .

Marc has walked with the Dam Madar Malangs this year too from Delhi to Ajmer on foot rains heat storm, braving all the odds and is now considered a Malang himself..

He speaks fluent Urdu and Malang slang..

Shooting Marc shooting pictures is learning the art of Unlearning photography, when Marc shoots pictures even his left hand does not know that his right hand is holding the camera so I shoot him without him knowing that I am shooting him..

I honed my ability to shoot pictures shooting these guys .

Because we bloggers are point shoot photo artists heavy duty cameras or celebrity photographers dont intimidate us we are bloggers who are not into showing off or competitive photography or fucked awards the government of India gives you when you are an inch closer away from your grave.. and this is not to insult or humiliate Ms Vyarawala or Mr KG Maheshwariji ..but a fact of apathy of life and achievements of photographers unsung who died in penury and need of care.

So I trained my grand daughter the worlds youngest street photographer by shooting eminent photographers who come to my house , by shooting beggars hijras and urchins on the street...

And Marziya has yet to shoot Dr Glenn Losack MD her god uncle mentor and Guru too..

Marziyas Hanukkah present from Glenn was the Nikon D 80 she has been using since the age of 2.. in humility and gratitude...

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"You must unlearn what you have learned."

~Yoda

🎼 Citizen Soldier - Wired For Worthless 🎼

"Pull you in, push you away

That's how I say I'm a little unstable

Emotionless, like a machine

Can't feel a thing with short circuits in my cables

A brain built by every memory

Of times I was not enough to make

The ones I need most just wanna stay

What's wrong with me?

Love is a lie, hope is a hole

Trust is the trap that took my soul

Family is fake, hatred is home

Getting abandoned is all I've known

I have tried, I have tried to be perfect

But I believe, I believe I deserve it

I have tried, I have tried to unlearn it

But I am wired, I am wired for worthless (worthless)

Wired for worthless (worthless)

Every act of kindness, every word of praise

Makes the system malfunction

Only hear the negative 'cause each mistake

Is what feeds the combustion

A brain built by every memory

Of times I was vulnerable in vain

That just proved I'm never worth the pain

What's wrong with me?

Love is a lie, hope is a hole

Trust is the trap that took my soul

Family is fake, hatred is home

Getting abandoned is all I've known

I have tried, I have tried to be perfect

But I believe, I believe I deserve it

I have tried, I have tried to unlearn it

But I am wired, I am wired for worthless

Less

Love is a lie

Hope is a hole

Hatred is home

It's a part of me that I can't let go

I have tried, I have tried to be perfect

But I believe, I believe I deserve it

I have tried, I have tried to unlearn it

But I am wired, I'm wired for worthless

Less

Wired for worthless"

Een zebra is een paardachtige (familie: Equidae) afkomstig uit het midden en zuiden van Afrika. De dieren staan vooral bekend om hun zwart-witte strepenpatroon. Algemeen gezien zijn het erg sociale dieren. Zebra's leven met verschillende harems bijeen in een grotere kudde. De mens is er nooit echt in geslaagd ze te domesticeren, in tegenstelling tot paarden en ezels, hun naaste verwanten. Hun paniekinstinct bij onraad bleek moeilijk af te leren.

De zebra is een herbivoor.

Bron: Wikipedi

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A zebra is an equid (family: Equidae) native to central and southern Africa. The animals are best known for their black and white stripes pattern. Generally speaking, they are very social animals. Zebras live in several harems together in a larger herd. Humans have never really managed to domesticate them, unlike horses and donkeys, their closest relatives. Their panic instinct in the event of danger proved difficult to unlearn.

The zebra is a herbivore.

Source: Wikipedia.

Translation by Google.

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Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we have learned here. The

spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and the acceptance of love back

into our hearts.

Marianne Williamson

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Masters of War

Come, you masters of war

You that build the big guns

You that build the death planes

You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old

You lie and deceive

A world war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the water

That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you sit back and watch

While the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion

While the young peoples' blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children

Into the world

For threatenin' my baby

Unborn and unnamed

You ain't worth the blood

That runs in your veins

How much do I know

To talk out of turn?

You might say that I'm young

You might say I'm unlearned

But there's one thing I know

Though I'm younger than you

That even Jesus would never

Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good?

Will it buy you forgiveness?

Do you think that it could?

I think you will find

When your death takes its toll

All the money you made

Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die

And your death will come soon

I'll follow your casket

On a pale afternoon

I'll watch while you're lowered

Down to your deathbed

And I'll stand over your grave

'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Bob Dylan

your beloved body. day 1. stepping into my story

to retrace what I walked,

to unlearn what I learnt,

to forget what I was determined to remember,

to regain what I lost,

to overcome what marked me,

to understand what has no explanation,

to welcome what before I found awkward,

to forgive what I thought I would never forgive,

to honor what I have lived.

I am starting to untangle what has been knotted with much tenderness, just to go back to myself:

the place that I shouldn´t have left

PS: I am starting also another self-portraiture journey throughout October.

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those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn :-)

Alvin Toffler

HPPT!!

rose, 'Love and Peace', little theater rose garden, Raleigh, north carolina

Learning to use the Sony FE tilt-shift adapter for Hasselblad Lenses by Fotodiox. Feels fun but requires quite a lot of mind-bending and unlearning the normal DoF / focal plane conventions etc :D

land's end sf

holga medium format w/ burns

Depraved Instincts.

Pasar los pasajes eruditos ideas importantes partes pedantería comprensiones poéticas escena catequizada escondido profundo,

berechtigte Skizze konsistente Vermutungen Meister Tränke arless Zeichen sarkastischen Erklärungen,

ינסיסיווע רימאַרקס פאַרשידן לידער פּאָלסיללאַביק באַלאַדז רידאַקאַלד קאַנפאַסטערז ומגעדולד ריפלעקשאַנז פאראכט רילייינג ווערסיעס,

idiom întrebări deliberate volumul evolutiv al literaturii volume termeni inteligenți răspunsuri filosofice,

pravěké pokusy zakalené srdce labyrintové poklady marné bludiště ošuntělé davy oslavující verše rozšířené dekrety,

overraskende tilfredshed effektiv maskerade nat caper beslaglægger pleasures maskiner mistillid ødelæggelser måder,

unlearned okok elszánt felháborodik nevető zseniális nap tragikus törekvések agony csontvázak ideges lélegzet,

祖先の錆を嫌う聴衆を横切るディスプレイ騒々しい感覚惨めなねじ暗い道狭い隕石のシンボル内部.

Steve.D.Hammond.

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.” - Charles Bukowski

array of fox tracks hosting divinity and its absence

monstrance as eternal hunger with a fox's breath

murmuring a superstition of wounds

onto everything that moves

snow records the passing of each reach across its surface

the running fox the dreaming man

withdrawn stubbornly into hours

history was made for snow it gives it something to do

takes on each second and its interlacings

unlearnt it unlearns and so knows the terrain well

that place where we walk to lose our way

years remembered as minutes

departures bent arrivals churned up

all footprints removing themselves from a wintry ground.

- Dan Domanski, "January"

“Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.”

Marianne Williamson~

Many secrets of art and nature are thought by the unlearned to be magical.

Roger Bacon

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is to unlearn what is untrue :-)

Antisthenes

water lilies, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina

but those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn :-)

Alvin Toffler

HBW!!

prunus mume, Japanese flowering apricot, 'Kobai', sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina

This is my 1st entry to the CCCXII - Category: Custom Castle Figure

Custom made: cape, axe, helmet and shield

"They are proud and willful, but they are true-hearted, generous in thought and deed; bold but not cruel; wise but unlearned, writing no books but singing many songs, after the manner of the children of Men before the Dark Years. ''

- Aragorn, The Two Towers

“The knowledge of an unlearned man is living and luxuriant like a forest,

but covered with mosses and lichens

and for the most part inaccessible and going to waste;

~ Henry David Thoreau ~

From 2010 - As Lucy in Shultz's Peanuts said "We have to unlearn much that we are taught"

Los Angeles, Ca.

Yours is the only face I recognize.

Bone at my bone, you drink my answers in.

Six times a day I prize

your need, the nature of your lips, your skin

growing warm and plump. I see your eyes

lifting their tents. They are blue stones; they begin

to outgrow their moss. You blink in surprise

and I wonder what you can see, my funny kin,

as you trouble my silence. I am a shelter of lies.

Should I learn to speak again, or hopeless in

such wisdom will I touch some face I recognize?

And now that's that. There is nothing more

that I can say or lose.

Others have traded life before

and could not speak. I tighten to refuse

your owling eyes, my fragile visitor.

I touch your cheeks, like flowers. You bruise

against me. We unlearn. I am a shore

rocking off you. You break from me. I choose

your only way, my small inheritor

and hand you off, trembling the selves we lose.

Go child, who is my sin and nothing more.

i will always remember you as my wonder child...

A recent portrait of my beautiful 18 year old daughter. I have unlearned so much about my studio photography skills and I have struggled with lighting set ups etc. Anyway, just to let you know I am still here.

It's been a busy year. Kiara is busy writing her final school exams, she also celebrated her matric farewell ( prom) and it seems one day has folded into the next so fast.

I hope you are all well.

Please don't use any of my images on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit written permission. © All rights reserved.

Sigi Kolbe Photography website

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An unexpected (and not particularly welcome) visitor to the house. We are a spider friendly home and welcome most spiders to keep our plants pest free. I will admit all the fear about this species has been hard to unlearn and while I won't kill them I also don't want them in my home. I caught this male spider in a jar and ended up taking it to the woods to live a happy (and far away from me) life.

There is a particular place reserved in Hell for those who profit from war and suffering. Dante believed it and so do I. The argument for a just universe is my strongest reason for believing in Eternal Justice. Otherwise the suffering of the innocent means nothing, and I cannot abide living in such a meaningless universe.

In this poster I have made it deliberately hard to read. Red text on a sea of blood. I find it almost physically nauseating to read. I don't apologise because actual blood is being spilt right now.

Bob Dylan's greatest and most bitter protest song needs to be heard again. Listen to this as you read the lyrics I will print out below. www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEmI_FT4YHU

"Come you masters of war

You that build the big guns

You that build the death planes

You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks

'Til I'm sure that you're dead."

This is the truth and I agree with Dylan's every word!

***BOYCOTT THIS GROUP!**********

I have been banned from a little group called "Worldwide Photography" for posting my opposition to Putin's War in Ukraine. This was just a summary decision announced in this thread.

www.flickr.com/groups/ww-photo/discuss/72157721916159941/

According to this Admin speaking out against an unjust war is "hate speech". This Admin Putin-lover has even said he will report us to Flickr. If this idiot (Stalin called Western fellow travellers "useful idiots") can't distinguish between a just and unjust cause it shows how deeply flawed and ready for total collapse our Western civilization is. I strongly suggest you boycott this group.

When you check out the Admin's own page you will see it is full of pro-Russian images. www.flickr.com/photos/-eu

I've blocked him as well.

It has been some time since my last macro shot... hope i havent unlearned it. ;o)

Check out my new art gallery: Click here

Cinematic LEGO photography, captured with a 2x anamorphic lens combined with a 100mm macro prime, for a dual focus setup.

An unexpected (and not particularly welcome) visitor to the house. We are a spider friendly home and welcome most spiders to keep our plants pest free. I will admit all the fear about this species has been hard to unlearn and while I won't kill them I also don't want them in my home. I caught this male spider in a jar and ended up taking it to the woods to live a happy (and far away from me) life.

the area of pause

you have to have it or the walls will close

in.

you have to give everything up, throw it

away, everything away.

you have to look at what you look at

or think what you think

or do what you do

or

don't do

without considering personal

advantage

without accepting guidance.

people are worn away with

striving,

they hide in common

habits.

their concerns are herd

concerns.

few have the ability to stare

at an old shoe for

ten minutes

or to think of odd things

like who invented the

doorknob?

they become unalive

because they are unable to

pause

undo themselves

unkink

unsee

unlearn

roll clear.

listen to their untrue

laughter, then

walk

away.

"C. Bukowski"

in what we have unlearned :-)

Mark Twain

HMM!!HPPT!!

mophead hydrangea, 'P11HM-11' sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina

35mm slide transparency scan

bridge in a Japanese garden

mutated using CS5.5 and FX Photo Studio Pro

texture by elné: www.flickr.com/photos/neighya/14202531208/in/faves-amarco...

Photographed in Southern California

From a very young age we start to learn the mechanics of self criticism. From our family and friends to the world around we learn judgment and comparison. We learn morals and traditions. It’s ingrained in the very fabric that we eventually become and who we choose to be. But are the things we self criticize bringing us further away from ourselves or pushing us to do better? There’s a difference in constructive self criticism and in wanting to push to improve but there’s a destructive side that has no beneficial purpose other than to allow what we lack and fear to play mind games in our heads. Every time we have this internal conversation it's like we are evading a beautiful piece of ourselves that we are unwilling to accept. But if we have learned this in the first place, because it’s not naturally innate, then we can unlearn it and become aware of those single thoughts no matter how fleeting they may be and in turn change our self esteem and self worth. How can we stop wars when we are at war from within?

- most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Charles Bukowski (1920 - 1994)

I know the irony of this quote and picture.

I am guilty of this too sometimes and am working on unlearning these bad habits. Every new experience need us to be fully immersed in without the need to whip out our cell phones every 10 seconds.

Jelly fish aquarium. 50mm @ f/1.4 , no processing what so ever.

ODC:New Experience

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~ liberate your heart from the cage of fear ~

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we have learned here. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and the acceptance of love back into our hearts.

Marianne Williamson

thanks adampiggott for the beautiful woman

Walking backwards

it's hard when we have to learn how to unlearn.

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On the side note :

Sometimes you'd really wish for a simpler life.

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The person in the picture is a Tamil devotee of Hazrat Ali as I am of Goddess Maryamma an avatar of Goddess Durga.

Mutual coexistence is a hallmark of Indian religiosity bound by the united colors of Faith.

When I told him that I would be piercing my cheek next year with a 18 feet rod at Mahim beach , on the Maryamma Feast day he was totally bewildered and zapped.

Every year during the 14 Stations of the Cross I walk for hours from 10 am till 4 pm with the Christian community I walk with Jesus and share the pain of a community that taught me to speak English..I shoot pictures I share this with all of you with pride for my city Mumbai where all Gods live without walls separating them ..I mean the human heart.

I walk with Lalbagh Cha Raja from 11 am till the next morning to show my solidarity with the Hindu faith my cultural inheritance and my birthright as an Indian..so you insult me when you say all Muslims should be sent to Pakistan.. I would rather opt for hell where at least Muslims wont be killing Muslims and this has nothing to with my Pakistani friends on Facebook and Flickr.. what separates us is a wall of bludgeoning politics of human hate.

I shoot all Faith as a photo blogger only the media in India does not know about it.. the world wide net knows is enough for me..

I shoot GSB Ganesha at Kings Circle year after year and I shoot Lord Ganesha with a passion he beckons me ..even God needs photo bloggers more than just continuous mode shooting photographers..

Photography more than anything is a virtue , photography is holistically healing society through images..of godliness in the image of man..photography is like a vein of gold running in a dark mine if you dont tap it remains bound in charcoal..Marziya my two year old grand daughter is teaching me photography , yes I am Unlearning Photography that my erstwhile masters taught me Fuck F stops...Fuck Vision..

My grand daughter is not a visionary , but yes she Is a great photographer we shoot with the same passion and the same camera Nikon D80..

I have seen some photographers of the press a lot of them filled with arrogance and conceit and I am shocked , they are the manual of our love of photography, its their pictures that evolved a passion in amateurs like us..and they look upon bloggers with disdain.. is it because we are multi faceted ..we shoot pictures as poems so you dont get bored reading it as prose..the same thing day in and day out...

Yes I am a photoblogger who walks barefeet to stay in touch with my god given man earned humility..with this picture I have completed the uploading a 4 GB card at Flickr.. there is another cad to go pictures of the Mahim Urus and some stray street photography.

And I hope Yahoo takes over Facebook so my uploading problems at Facebook will end.. from Flickr the best photo management site I can cross blog directly to Word Press Blogspot Twitter Vox Live Journal but not Facebook.. and I like Facebook I have some great friends there , I have great friends on Flickr too , but I have locked up my comment box..I am fed up of being abused as an Indian and as a Shia Muslim..

I bleed why does it hurt you, I cut my head , why does it pain you ,I do not ask you to cut your head with me .. you maintain eunuch silence when in the name of Allah mosques are bombed , innocent people killed ...

A guy asked me this morning you are a Shia and you shoot Hijras , I told him it was a pity I was not there at Karbala where people of our faith watched in eunuch silence a pious person , connected to our life line bleed to death , his family butchered his head decapitated and you say it never happened ..and in the same breath you talk about the glory of the Ummayad Dynasty...morphed memories of another time..so Hijras is a better human option to shoot.. but it was a bouncer over his thick head.

And luckily you dont need to be a writer to be a photo blogger pictures speak eloquently the text is optional.. I never much liked Wren and Martin at school, and a vessel must have a drop of water to quench a mans thirst for knowledge

I've come a long way on paper All those days I thought I couldn't live through Have all been here and gone.

I still remain confused with my own evolution. I shall always have quiet resurrections Of where I've been and why. There is still a Disney edge on all my dreams, But I am not led anymore by restlessness or ultimatum. I have unlearned my fantasies So that I may fill myself with something real.

I have loved and I have been loved, Not always simultaneously. I have given and I have taken, Not always without motive. My life has been a curious design of contradiction But I think I chose my own sorrow. I had to experience it and discover it In order to create my own particular peace.

Love is proud of itself. It leaks out of us even with the tightest security.

hbw peeps ;P x

Recently I've been getting really into synthwave, and as a consequence I learned of this sub-sect of the genre. I'm not saying I'm a nazi, but I can dig a few of the tracks I've come across. Decided to throw together a scene centred around the pun of the title.

Not satisfied with the finished product. I feel like I've been focusing so much on the shallow DoF "cine look" that I've unlearned how to get an entire scene in perfect sharp focus. The lighting and editing is also a little bear bones for my liking.

Its probably annoying hearing me critiquing myself with every post :L

I'd had another scene planned. Unfortunately I didn't realize my family's color printer is crap, and so I couldn't print out all the extra scene details I'd been sharing recently which I was going to have in it. Without having the extra details would just feel like the whole point of the scene was missing.

This is what is commonly called a Bison Funeral.

Bison have such a strong instinct to protect members of their herd, that they urge members who are on the ground to get up and move with the herd. The ability to move with the herd and to act as one is how their defense system works. If you are on your feet and can move, then you can help the herd and yourself survive.

I have witnessed many such actions taken by bison, whether they are encouraging a young bison, an injured or tired bison, they seem to have the same resolve. Evolution has instilled a strong drive to encourage the animals to get to their feet, and to try to endure. This drive seems so strong that the animals are driven to use the same technique on lifeless animals as well. I have also witnessed bison acting the same way for other species, including elk and deer.

I try to not anthropomorphize these actions. This seems to be a well defined survival behavior that is well suited for an animal that uses the cooperative behavior of the herd for defense. This behavior evolved over millions of years and worked very well for millennia, as evidenced by the massive population of bison that roamed North America prior to the arrival of humans.

When man began to prey on bison, this behavior worked against them. When hunters would wound or kill an animal, the herd would be reluctant to leave the animals side. By staying near the animal, they remained close to the very thing that put their survival in danger. When Europeans began hunting the bison with firearms, they would refer to the behavior of assembling around a downed animal as a "stand". This allowed them to kill massive numbers of animals with next to no effort.

This is a very good example of how evolution works on a very long scale. Millions of years of genetically instilled behavior could not be "unlearned" in a short period of time, and the bison population paid the price.

The bison cow in this photo had been found near the road. There were no eyewitnesses, that I am aware of, as to how the bison died. Many people speculated that perhaps the animal was wounded when struck by a vehicle, or perhaps injured while being chased, and then brought down by wolves. When the discovery of the carcass was made, wolves were already feeding on it. As cruel as this all seems, this is a natural process of life and death. The death of this animal contributes to the life of the bears, wolves, coyotes, birds, and other animals who use the body of this animals to nourish themselves and their offspring.

Near the Yellowstone Picnic area, Yellowstone National Park.

Best viewed large.

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