Over the Gunnison
Took another walk today right about 4:00. I had been lazy all day, except to write in my blog this morning. When I realized the temperature was 49 degrees, I had to get outside.
I thought maybe I’d get some long light and see some wildlife moving around. I got long light, but I think any wildlife was probably scared off by the intermittent loud popping and banging of gunshots below. I watched for a bit, afraid I’d see something fall. Every time a shot rang out, an animal moved toward the river and then moved back and disappeared into the shrubs. It took me the longest time to figure out it was a dog. He seemed perfectly happy, so that eased my fear a bit.
I have no idea what they were shooting at, and I don’t have any problem with people shooting. Gun control for me, is using both hands. That aside, I was deeply annoyed by the noise that encroached on “my” quiet. And I wasn’t just a little uncomfortable sitting above them. I don’t much trust people with their guns in any case. I know they get careless; I read about it all the time in news stories. It wasn’t as fun as I thought it might be to sit above the river today and wait for something grey with big ears and curious eyes appear below me. But, I got some fresh air, exercise, and I listened the water. Between shots, it was kind of soothing.
Geese flew overhead once and I got a shot of them. That was fun, even though the were a fair distance away, I caught some good color on them.
On my way out, the Mesa was pink with the sunset and I tried to capture that, as well. I’ll post that later in the week.
I processed this one a bit. I have a feeling what I saw was a more muted, but I swear, I SEE the color you see here. Never does the camera seem to capture all the wonderful color I find in the winter desert.
Happy Saturday night.