I’ve been busy, busy, busy lately. It seems like its been forever since I’ve had a chance to sit down and smell the roses.
I used to make photos similar to this one by using patience and planning.
Patience is a luxury that has been hard to find lately. I was driving back to Grand Island yesterday when I came upon this photo. I had an assignment coming up and I also knew that Monday was going to be ridiculously jammed packed with things to do. I thought if I could find a feature photo for Tuesday’s paper it might lighten up the work load. I had noticed about 5 minutes prior how nice the light was starting to become.
About that time, I crossed the bridge over the Platte River on a divided Hwy. 281 going into Grand Island when I spotted this deer. So I hit the breaks, pulled a U-turn, sped across the bridge, pulled a second U-turn, pulled over, shot 5 frames before the deer ran off, hopped in my car and away I went.
Strangely the methods didn’t agree with the result at all. What we have here is a nice quiet moment of peaceful tranquility. Yet I shot it while walking at a quick pace, not even able to stop my feet to take the photo.
Then it was gone.
There is a story about two bulls sitting on top of a hill. Maybe you’ve heard it. They are overlooking a herd of cattle when the younger one says, “I’m going to run down there and f*@% one of them cows!” The older and wiser bull, in a relaxed tone, says, “Why don’t you *walk* down there and f*@% every one of them?
I hope when this busy time ends I’ll know how relax and get the most out of life.