No two sunrises are the same at Caddo Lake. Our last morning out on the lake with Captain Rich was one of the most spectacular. We were concerned at first that rain might preclude our last morning’s excursion on the lake but the heavy mist turned into clouds and off we went to enjoy our last sunrise on the lake. And what a glorious sunrise it was!
Sunrise on Caddo Lake never disappoints. The other morning, the wind came up and the clouds came in and godbeams radiated through them. The sight was breathtaking. Luckily for me, Moose reminded us that we should try a split graduated neutral density filter to balance the high contrast in the sky. It worked like a charm.
Caddo Lake levels are down and the trunks of the Bald Cypress trees are more exposed than normal making the cypress swamp more mysterious.
During our afternoon excursion on Caddo Lake, we came across a Barred Owl while it hunted beneath a Bald Cypress. As we approached on our pontoon boat, the owl flew up and perched on a branch draped with Spanish Moss. It was wary and kept its huge dark eyes focused on us as we motored by.
What a great start to the week! I’m back at Caddo Lake in Texas. The sunrise was sensational as expected in this Bald Cypress swamp. If you look closely, you can see Venus still visible in the sky above the closest cypress tree. I can’t wait to see what the rest of this week brings!
With the iconic silhouette of East Mitten in the foreground, another incredible Monument Valley sunrise appears this past August.
What a fun trip to Kodiak in September. The COYS were out in force. COYS (cubs of the year, i.e., born this year) seemed to be everywhere. One day we had 13 different COYS in our viewfinders. This is one of the triplets, appearing somewhat wistful with a bit of salmon from a recent meal still clinging to its nose.
In a couple of days, I’ll be experiencing more of the wonders of Caddo Lake. Sunrise is always gorgeous.
Happy “Owl”-o-ween and a high four from a Barred Owl.
Next week I’m returning to Caddo Lake on the Texas-Louisiana border where sunrise takes your breath away. We move through the Bald Cypress swamp on a pontoon boat, watching in awe as the colors of the red sky deepen as the sun moves above the horizon. I’ve been there twice, both times spectacular. They say third time’s a charm. What incredible wonders await?
A bull Elk posing near the Madison River in Yellowstone National Park.
According to the National Park Service, the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone is geologically much younger than the Grand Canyon in Arizona but visual proof of its grandeur provided by artist Thomas Moran and photographer William Henry Jackson, who had joined geologist Ferdinand Hayden’s federally funded survey expedition of the Yellowstone region in 1871, was the inspiration behind the creation of Yellowstone as our first national park in 1872. I took this photograph from Artist’s Point, looking at the Lower Falls of the Yellowstone River, near Thomas Moran’s viewpoint.
What a difference thirty minutes makes. The colors of sunrise change constantly. I took these images thirty minutes apart, the first, 30 minutes prior to actual sunrise and the second, as the sun was cresting the horizon. You’d think the color intensity would lessen but that is not always the case as the clouds turned a fiery red at sunrise. The Madison River offers the perfect setting for sunrise in Yellowstone, with a spectacular view of the clouds, the river, and the thermal mist. Depending on where the sun is, the same scene might look vastly different.
Yellowstone fog and mist from the thermals wafted over the meadows, hiding, then suddenly revealing, the creatures hidden behind the curtain. A Bison bull stood, hardly moving a muscle, as the air clouded, then cleared, then clouded again.
Old Faithful was predicted to erupt at about 11:30 on our last morning in the park. The storm was on its way so the background was deepening storm clouds. Old Faithful erupted right on schedule. It wasn’t one of its taller eruptions and it was over in under 5 minutes but to me, the column of steam gushing out at the end of the eruption and being carried off by the wind was quite spectacular.
No two sunrises on the Madison River in Yellowstone are the same. Our last morning was filled with color, thermal mist, and even a couple of fishermen, barely visible in the upper right of this image.
It’s been only about ten years since the US finally declared the American Bison as its national mammal. Efforts to preserve these creatures from extinction began in 1872 in Yellowstone National Park. In 1905, Theodore Roosevelt helped form the American Bison Society (ABS) in an effort to save bison from extinction—the first national effort to save an American wildlife species. Bison now roam Yellowstone freely and create what are known as Bison jams when visitors, awestruck by these two thousand pound ungulates, stop in the middle of the road to watch them. As we drove through the park on our last afternoon here, we encountered a herd of Bison on either side of the road that created a Bison Jam by cars stopping in the middle of the road. Fortunately for us, there was room in a pullout and we were able to photograph the Bison up close and personal from inside the vehicle.
Yellowstone National Park is a very special place. In the past ten years that I’ve been privileged to visit here, each visit has been memorable for a specific animal. This visit, Elk have been the species most visible and the most photogenic. A small band of Elk has been hanging out near the 7 Mile Bridge that crosses the Madison River. This bull Elk was the most dominant, herding his harem around the meadow and keeping them away from rival males.
Sunrise on the Madison with clouds and reflections.
We ended our first day in Yellowstone National Park near the 7 Mile Bridge over the Madison River. A small band of Elk had gathered there and one cow arrived with a pair of twins. This twin calf was trying not to lose sight of its sibling and mother.