|Mule Deer Moment|
On a dreary, early-autumn morning in the Front Range foothills, swollen, gray clouds have descended to the earth. The colorless curtain shrouds the countryside with an air of mystery and eerie silence.
There’s no reason to carry a camera because the low light makes it impossible to even conceive of documenting this unique weather phenomena. In the cold and wet there’s plenty of solitude as there’s not another living soul in sight.
A steady drizzle of much needed moisture causes the outline of all elements in the landscape to soften and become blurred. Despite the absence of light, the fall color is more vibrant when the grasses, trees and brush are coated with a vaporous sheen.
The soggy jaunt comes with no expectations of anything special as it’s just a chance to soak up the surroundings. Suddenly, up over the crest of a broad ridge a trio of gentle animals is grazing right at the forest’s edge.
It’s a mule deer moment that’s just too irresistible to disregard. Grab your camera, line it up, try to focus and maybe you’ll get a lucky shot but be quick because these cautious creatures will be off in a flash.
Fortunately, the young bucks seem unconcerned by the visitor’s presence and continue to proceed with their feeding. The stable situation allows the photographer to fire off a few shots with hopes of getting something worth saving.
Surprisingly, some of pictures turned out so now you don’t have to rely totally on memory to recall such a wonderful, wildlife encounter. After taking some time to reflect, I guess that murky sunrise wasn’t so bad because it definitely enhanced the photos with a dramatic effect.
|A dreary morning in the foothills|
|A unique weather phenomena|
|The fall color is vibrant|
|A lucky shot|
|Unconcerned by visitors|
|A stable situation|