you can do anything if you put your mind to it and possess particular biological adaptations and evolutionary propensities
Wildlife photography is a wholly unfamiliar discipline to me so it was kind of neat when Adam and I made the acquaintance of some shaggy mountain goats at close quarters in the subalpine, Saturday night. This portrait is someplace in the 24 mm neighborhood which is normally reserved for more stationary objects which tend to not elude me. The inspiration to share this came after dropping the boys, my niece and Grandma off at the zoo, this morning. They’re still there, even. I’m not a big zoo person. The animals always seem to lock onto me in particular with their sad eyes, staring into my soul trying to trade places as it were, giving me a terrible guilt complex, raising all sorts of ethical and philosophical questions I’m not well-equipped to handle. So I just don’t go there.
At any rate, it’s always a good idea to keep a rock available in your pocket in case you encounter a pushier goat on a mountaintop in some ranges of the Olympics or Cascades, they’ve become quite habituated to (fond of, even) Instagram-obsessed humans and the braver ones will get up in your business in the quest for salt. It was electric watching them scale cliffside, the sound of those clacking hooves tend to induce goosebumps. As evolved as they are to move comfortably, nonchalantly about this terrain, plenty of goats bite the dust falling to their deaths so watching them gave me sweaty palms.