By Judy Lynn Malloch, Boynton Beach, Florida, USA, ww
w.naturestapestryjlm.com
The mother grizzly and her two cubs were clamming on t
The shore of Hollow Bay in Alaska. We were able
to observe the playful interaction between the cubs and M
om for some time without any sense or concern
on their part. We eventually moved on to observe many
other bears on the grassy plain leading from
Hollow Bay. At one point we counted over 20 bears, some u
p close and some off in the distance. This trip
was not only a thrill but also a privilege to experience
first-hand these magnificent animals in their natural
habitat
Judy Lynn Malloch
Judy Lynn Malloch
Snowy Meadow, Mount Hood Wilderness, Oregon, USA
By Jarrod Castaing, Sydney, NSW, Australia, www.jarrodcas
taing.com
Traveling through the snowy wilderness, I hoped to find an
unobstructed view of the majestic Mount Hood.
Coming from the sunny beaches of Sydney, Australia, I kn
ew I had my work cut out for me when it came
to shooting in icy conditions. I set off in the dark down
a trail into the woods, wearing my headlamp, my
feet sinking in the snow. As the trail descended, the tr
ee line rose to obscure the mountain. Not to be
defeated, I returned the next morning and discovered a s
mall clearing, freshly dusted with snow. As the sun
began to rise and illuminate the lenticular cloud above, a
ll thoughts of frostbite quickly vanished as I
captured my very own winter wonderland.
Jarrod Castaing
Jarrod Castaing
Waves of sadstone glowing in the rays of last light deep in the heart of the Paria/Vermillion Cliffs Wilderness, Arizona.
Joseph Rossbach
Joseph Rossbach
St. Marks Wilderness, Florida, USA By Tara Tanaka, Tallahassee, Florida, USA, www.flickr.com/photos/focused-on-birds I arrived before sunrise one winter morning, and waited for the warm light to reach the cold water where the birds were feeding. I had been photographing this gorgeous Snowy Egret running and spinning when it stopped briefly to do some preening. When I saw the exquisite reflection of the bird, I quickly rotated the camera 90 degrees. The low angle of the morning sun illuminated the birdââ¬â¢s face, even under its outstretched wing. There is nothing quite like St. Marks in January on a cold, clear day, eye pressed against viewfinder, everything blocked from view except one magnificent creature.
Tara Tanaka
Tara Tanaka