a great shot of the white wolf at the zoo taken on our latest field trip. it looks so harmless here, it’s easy to forget that these are wild animals and must be treated with respect.
white wolf
meercats
chipmunk (a most unimaginative title)
the chipmunks at glacier park are more wary than the ones we see at banff. they tend to be poised for flight instead of hamming it up for the camera. that makes it more rewarding when they are successfully caught on “film”
chipmunk’s among us
this little guy was as curious about us as we were fascinated by him. we’ve seen so many chipmunks while hiking you’d think we’d get bored with them. but they are fun to watch. (sorry the picture is slightly out of focus, i think my camera focused on the rock he was sitting on, instead of his nose which i was trying for)
close encounters of the grizzly kind
we saw a grizzly on the side of the highway quietly eating grass. i don’t think i’ve ever been that close to one before. i definitely would not want to get out of the car, but we got some cool shots
the tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
in the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake. 1757–1827