Photograph of a moose in the Colorado Rocky
Cow Moose Looking for Wildflowers

 

I’m back from the high country and with me comes a nice batch of photographs.

Had a wonderful time visiting with friends from the homeland. Cold evenings sitting on the deck of the cabin, swigging on a bottle of port wine, snorting shots of Kentucky Bourbon, telling stories that haven’t been told in 43 years. It doesn’t get any better than that. But, moose photos are the next best thing.

I took the visitors out for a day of moose hunting and it was awesome. We found this cow browsing through the dead-fall looking for something tasty. Those wildflowers are like candy to a moose. This girl obliged us and allowed us to get in close while she chomped on the goodies.

Time for a little R&R, then back to the wilderness to add to the portfolio.

But first, a shower and shave.

 

Photograph of a moose calf
Shiras Moose Calf in the Colorado Rocky Mountains

 

These past few weeks have gone by fast. Mooseville has been serving fresh moose on demand.

Here it is a Saturday morning and I’ve had a few hours to go over the harvest from my recent efforts. The light consistent enough to get some really nice, well lit shots. These days I tend to take an attitude about the harvest, there are only three categories I sort my images by, useless, salable and anything I consider a “work of art.” I’ve taken a handful of photographs I would print and frame, many of the rest will produce. I am quite pleased.

If you’ve ever reheated cold coffee because it tastes better, you may have been a sailor. I can’t work at a computer without coffee and here in the cabin one doesn’t waste water. In the Navy, good coffee was day old coffee, anything older tended to rust your barnacles.

The photography has pretty much wound down now. I’m catching up on rest and visiting with Andy and Debbie. Andy and I grew up together as teenagers, he’s probably one of oldest continuous friends in my life minus family members. I think the base wavelengths of our brains haven’t altered so there is still total familiarity, at least from my perspective. We’ve spent the last two days in the SUV together and rehashed every memory from high school days in Kentucky, among other things. Debbie is from Nashville and a delightful lady. She’s been keeping notes about her travels. It’s a very nice feeling knowing that all seems well with my old friend after so many years of not interacting.

Over the years a lot of my friends had little or no interest in the “high school days.” When I graduated high school, I entered the Navy and began a family. I left Kentucky and most of everyone except family. I went to a couple of reunions, 5 & 10th I believe. Never thought about it after that, it was water under the bridge for me. That was 1975 and the years are adding up. My thinking has matured. People are beginning to drop off. Life wouldn’t be complete without going full circle to tie the whole thing together.

I had a piece of Derby Pie with my coffee for breakfast this morning. A gift from Andy and Debbie. Pies seem to be a reoccurring event in my life. I don’t know how that works but I’ll take it. Derby Pie is a pecan pie type thing infused with Kentucky Bourbon. It’s mostly visible to society around the time of the Kentucky Derby, however, those of us from Louisville consider it to be a food group.

I’ve met the day’s major points. Talked to the wife on the phone, bathed, uploaded stock photos and now writing in the blog. Taking Care of Business is playing on the oldies radio station. Radio, iPhone music and boring streaming television is what’s available for background noise. Radio is the choice this morning. I like to not have to fiddle with other things when I’m trying to concoct a blog post.

Here it is. All 537 or so words. That’s an honest writing effort.

Just as good as reheated coffee.

 

LaPoudre Pass

I haven’t had much time at a computer lately. An old friend from Kentucky and his lady from Tennessee are visiting with me this week and I’ve been showing them the mountains in Northern Colorado.

Lots of road work, lots of moose, lots of mountains, I’m finally getting a look at some of the images I’ve taken this week.

Here’s a photo taken Thursday morning on LaPoudre Pass, Colorado. It’s a beautiful place.

 

Photograph of a bull moose in Colorado
Large bull moose in Northern Colorado

 

I’m back in Red Feathers this week and made a quick run to Mooseville on Tuesday afternoon.

I’m looking forward to one of my old friends visiting the Village for a few days so while I wait I’ll take advantage of the good weather and good moose.

Last night with the nearly full moon came the coyote. It was quite a treat to sit in the cabin listening to the howling of these lonesome creatures. I sat on the deck as they serenaded me for a couple of hours. They were fairly close, probably within 100 meters, lurking in the woods. They never showed themselves.