this isn't much, just me trying to catch literally 10 seconds of light, trying to scare up anything resembling a composition. (the tourist was left in for scale - just try and keep 'em out) and as sucky as this is, its been very successful for me.
what? could it be? the rhino going all religious/metaphysical on us?
not at all, just a (bad) pun on the location, which is Hallo Bay Alaska. They land the bush plane on the beach, which is slanted a good 20 degrees. It goes like this.
me, to 25 year old freckled face babe of a bush pilot. "Where are we going to land?"
babe, I mean bush pilot says,.... "on the beach"
me..... "like come on, seriously"
bush pilot.... "first we buzz it to shoo off the bears and the wolves, and to make sure no logs have rolled up in the surf."
me, to avoid sounding even more like an idiot.... "roger that"
anywho, there was a grizz standing just over out of frame to the right. he walked about a hundred yards behind us while I shot this, or so they told me while it happened....
apparently, (this is what the other guy shooting with me said) while I was focusing through live view on this image, an eagle carrying the tattered remains of an American Flag, swooped down and fought with the grizz over the remains of a fish on the beach.
oops, guess I missed that one....can't be everywhere...
This was one of those trips where I seemed snakebit...it seemed like everything that could go wrong did.
For example, I went there for the predicted snowfall. Turns out, it was just a little too warm for snow, so it just rained. The temps were hovering just above freezing on the rim, so in the depths of the canyon it was quite a bit warmer. This combination produces fog. wonderful, tantalizingly misty, incredible for photography, fog.
Except there was way too much of it. Everywhere. Along the rim, in the canyon. Nothing but fog for 3 days. One morning heading to the rim for first light (what a joke), I almost hit an elk on the west rim drive while driving 8 miles an hour. That dude came out of nowhere. I swear. (he was standing in the road) The fog was that thick.
Of course, as a photographer, I knew it has to break, and of course, without letting my imagination run wild, the possibilities included: god beams, rainbows of all kinds etc. Now mind you this was my conservative thinking on the possibilities.
After about 3 days, at 10 in the morning the fog burned off. Sometimes, you get what you need to quote the Rolling Stones
....the delicate balance of nature....as seen in "The Roadkill Portfolios"™
the whole shooting thing in a nutshell....
rain, umbrella, one-handed 4X5 with 450mm F12.5 and 6X9 roll film back, velvia, not much light, lotsa wind, 20 inch bellows extension, 8 second exposures, 10 rolls of 120, 100 exposures, 2 usable frames, water between ground glass and fresnel consequently can't see anything, spot meter dies foreever from water short in the middle....
(hmmm, thought this roadkill thing was supposed to be easy)