From the shouts, bellowing, mooing and general commotion, it sounds like the cows are being driven in from the right side of the property. The riders turned off to the right through the gate, going out. I kept staring in that direction, looking for cows.
The fog lifts momentarily, and I see…a yellow tractor. No cattle. Huh.
I’d been keeping my eye on a far away hilltop on the left. Some cattle were nicely silhouetted on the very top of the hill against the lightening sky. I am waiting for the moment when the light volume turns up enough to make the silhouettes pop. That might be a nice picture.
I check the far away left hill-top again. Ugh. Foggy, gray, uninteresting.
Waiting for “the moment” is the sucky part of photography. It’s easy to miss when you have the attention span of a single cell organism.
I accidentally shoot my toe in a clump of grass and throw in a blurry shot of barbed wire. Great. Jane: Photographer. I check the mountain top again. I know! I’ll shoot the mud. I wait.
I can vaguely make out a horse and rider on top of the above mountain, and I wonder if it’s still the same ranch, or a different one. The group definitely turned right, not left, at the bottom of the hill.
I click. The light has upped to a sepia tone. I like the itty bitty horse. Bonus, when I get home, I realize it’s Hudson and Alice!
The bellowing is getting closer, and the human shouts clearer. I think I hear “H” noises. Like hit hit hit, hey hey hey, and hup hup hup. This makes me think of little league and kids behind home plate calling out: “HEYYYYYY Batter batter batter…heyyyyy batter batter batter!
Figures are appearing and disappearing in the patchy fog.
This where 20 pictures are worth 20,000 words:
There’s still more! Tomorrow….