I was out this a.m. taking photos at a local lake, when I heard something crashing through the brush. I looked over, and saw a buck flying through the woods (maybe running away from hunters?).
It ran on the the ice, had a hoof fall through, stuggled his way free, and then lay there on the ice to catch his breath.
Me? I was on the other shore, already set up, snapping away. Here's a nice picture of it...
I am sure, from here on out, he will aspire to be a better Bucky.
ReplyDelete(I heard a pastor named Bucky say that once about himself and have waited years to shoehorn it into a different situation. Thanks. You complete me.)
With amazing shots like these, is there a career change in the offing ;-)?
ReplyDeleteJohn, that is really, really funny... it was worth the wait.
ReplyDeleteA career change? Let me think about it for .1 second... no way. Academics is the best job in the world. Complete intellectual freedom, steady income, and all I have to do is tell people what I think (which, unfortunately for them, I already do).
Still, I would *love* for photography to pay for itself someday. Right now it's like a very expensive houseguest.
Let's see - up late taking pictures of ducks in the fog, up early taking pictures of deer on the ice. When do you sleep? :-)
ReplyDeleteGood question, Ray... I think you've just explained some problems in my life!
ReplyDeleteI'm enjoying your pictures! The picture of the deer is wonderful.
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