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Lion

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I’ve mentioned elsenet that I got a new lens to take photos with in Peru (those will be coming soon, I hope (there are an awful lot of them)).

This was the first zoo-related shot I took with it. It’s special in that it is very fast, very long, and very light, which is just what you want. In this respect, nature photography is exactly like fencing. The similarities continue in that it is fencing that this lens is able to foil. (Sorry)

Specifically, it’s the fence that keeps the lion from eating me as I take his picture that I need to shoot through. A fast lens (one with a small aperture number which, just to screw with you, means a bigger aperture) also means that there is a narrow depth of field. See how the lion is in focus, but the plants immediately behind him are out of focus. This works two ways because the fence up near me is also out of focus. It’s so out of focus it’s basically not there anymore, and the result is an image that looks like it was taken in Africa instead of in Wisconsin.

Decision Points

He was torn. He loved her, he thought, but he also loved his family. He remembered his father’s words, making it clear that he was to work the farm not chase after “some damn glittering fog devil”. She, on the other hand, was wonderful. He’d met her by the lake, seen her dancing in the mist, mere hair-breadths above the surface of the water, shining in the rising moon. When she’d seen him, she winked as she sank out of sight, leaving nary a ripple behind.

He didn’t know what to do then. Part of him wanted to run away, remembering the stories his gran had told about witches in the woods, but part of him wanted to dive in after her.

He settled for coming back the next day, or maybe he’d stayed. He couldn’t quite remember, his mind’s eye full of the soft flow of hair, the flick of a wrist, the quick glimpse of a toe.

That morning, as he sat by the lake waiting for the sun to rise above the mountains, he felt cold and damp, as expected, but he also felt strange … uncertain whether to call out or hide behind the boulder, uncertain whether to give up and go home, or to go home, bring back a boat and row out to meet her. Then he saw her eyes gleaming in the distance, staring deep into his.

He lost track of time as she danced and, again, vanished.

The next day … perhaps later on the same day … he thought back to his gran’s stories, about the young men and the women of the village that had vanished. He knew that it has something to do with the people in the mist, but so few could describe them to him. He’d only ever heard about people that saw them from a distance. He knew he had to talk to his gran … eventually. Maybe he’d wait just a bit more.

His gran couldn’t tell him anything that he didn’t already know. She mentioned that someone she had cared about when she was his age vanished, but that it was OK because she’d met his paps, and eventually come to have his father. She warned him away from the lake, like she always had as far back as he could remember. He didn’t listen though.

She’d danced closer then before slipping away from his sight as he was dazzled by the bursting sun. He remembered running for home to talk to his father, though it felt as though part of him remained behind. His father swore at him, but that was nothing new. He was reminded of his mother’s disappearance, of his paps’ disappearance, of everyone he’d known all too briefly and how, in each case, they’d been seen near the lake and then never again. The only way to be safe was to stay in the town, and work. “Just work!” his father said, not knowing why it was so hard for him to understand, but then, his father had never seen her dance.

The next thing he knew, she was dancing again, and he was lost in thought, thinking of differences in the lives he could live. He thought of safe lives … working the farm as his father wanted, seeking his fortune in the city as his gran wanted, getting a berth and sailing the sea as he used to want, building a cottage and starting his own farm. Or, of course, raising the nerve and stepping into the lake. All this he was thinking and almost didn’t notice when she danced ever nearer, reaching out, touching his forehead.

He saw green.

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His gran and father sat in the old run-down house, staring at one another, but seeing neither. They hadn’t heard from him since he ran after that hare into the woods, ignoring their calls to return. They couldn’t chase him down, he could run far faster than either of them could anymore. All they could do was stand, out of breath and watch him run off in the direction of the lake, days ago.

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Meanwhile, there he sat, alone with his branching thoughts.

Bald Eagle (Haliaeetus leucocephalus)

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Bald eagles stake claim to territory, where it stays until the territory begins to run out of resources, at which point it will venture into other territories and take what it wants.
When migrating, bald eagles typically only fly between the hours of 8am and 6pm.
Though they typically consume fish, they will eat pretty much anything they can get their claws into, be they mammals, reptiles or even other birds. They rarely attack dangerous prey, however.
When hatching, the oldest sibling will often receive disproportionate feedings and will sometimes kill their younger siblings.
They will defend their nest vigorously against any attack, real or perceived.

For some reason, they are the national bird of the United States of America.

Indian Peafowl (Pavo cristatus)

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Once, he would count the days, then the months, then the seasons. Now, he didn’t even bother to count the years. Some days he was wet. Some days he was dry. He’d been hot. He’d been cold. On windy days, he just had to hold on more tightly. Those were really the only differences that mattered.

He had been asked to wait and so he would. Already he had been waiting past memory, what was more time? He would endure — burning sun, freezing rain, biting gales, parching thirst, gnawing hunger — it was just pain. He’d felt pain before, he’d feel it again. No, he had agreed to wait, so wait he shall.

She would, eventually, return.

He had faith.