I was recently traveling on a back road on the East side of Mt. Hood. It was about dark and the silhouette of the mountain against the fading light seemed to have possibilities for a photograph. I took a few shots. As I turned to enter the rig next to a fence line, I sensed movement beside me. I looked but could not gain my depth perception at first. When I did, a large, dark face stared at me. The passive face stayed that way as I snapped a shot. I messed with the exposure so you could enjoy the big guy’s head.
The shot of Mt. Hood on the East side. The shot didn’t turn out as I had envisioned.
The Bull chewing his grass. Not the best shot but still the chance meeting over a fence line at last light was ‘fun’. Being a city boy who escapes to the country for sanity, I am not familiar or at ease around car size critters.
