Oxbow Bend on the Snake River before dawn: purple mountain's majesty
And, to get back to the lighter side of things, here's my hairy beary friend once the audience (me) had been discovered (the mood stayed mellow and the bear turned and walked off in complete disdain):
Can't a bear have a roll in the grass without someone staring? Is nothing sacred?!
I have to say, the crocodile brain kicks in and starts pumping adrenaline whether you like it or not, when a large predator like that turns and stares you straight in the eye. As my father would say: brown corduroy time!
OK, that's it for now, but I'm looking forward to finally getting these images out there. See you next time!