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No more marmots. No more vistas. The rest of my time at Mount Evans on Friday was about mountain goats, and nothing but mountain goats!
Watching one kid lie down was cute. Watching another come join it was adorable. Having a third get in on the midday relaxation was special.
Eventually I just started trying to capture silly facial expressions like a tongue sticking out ...
... or a yawn that looks like an old man yelling at you to get off his lawn.
Shots of babies really need no justification or explanation.
This encounter reminded me of the scene in
Finding Nemo when the young fish were all entranced by the boat. Or the "butt," as I believe they called it.
The kids often looked curious about me and the other people stopping to look and take pictures. But never concerned, apparently taking their cue from the adults.
King of the Mountain!
Two kids are cuter than one.
I don't typically like straight-on shots of hoofed stock like elk, horses and goats. The eye placement is a little creepy to me. But I really like this one -- something about the horns, the tattered winter coat, the yellow flowers with the splash of blue, not a care in the world except filling his belly.
More of that kid curiosity.
I liked the movement of this guy across the rocks and the blue sky behind him for contrast.
Then he stopped and gave me
the Black Widow pose. Sassy!
More apparent evidence that the winter coat is uncomfortable. Get it OFF!
Emo goat finds nothing but despair in grazing.
All in all, I was on the mountain for about five hours. A good portion of that time was spent crawling around the rocks watching and taking pictures of these animals who for the most part couldn't have cared less about my presence. It still amazes me how much fantastic nature we have right at our doorstep!
2 comments:
Great pictures. Clearly you had a photographer's dream day.
It was definitely everything I'd hoped it would be. The goats put on quite a show!
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