1808_7630 Black Bear Cub
Possibly the cutest Black Bear cub I've ever seen, she followed mom along the beach, never strayed too far, and obeyed orders (eg. scooted up a tree on command). This is a dangerous age for bears and she needs her protective mother until she's big and strong enough to survive on her own.
This shot is almost identical to my friend Melanie's - not surprising, as we were sitting side by side and the little one held her pose for a few seconds while our shutters whirred away in burst mode. There are slight differences in background, angle of view, and the amount of water dripping from those front claws; also different camera bodies and processing, so slightly different colour balance. But essentially we walked away with very similar images. And we're both happy.
More bears to come over the next few days. I'm looking out my window this morning at a little prairie village draped with fresh snow, the sky a grey smudge. Three months ago I was sitting on barnacle-encrusted beach boulders, fanned by cool sea breezes, watching for bears and jumping salmon, entertained by great blue herons and flocks of shorebirds and eagles wheeling through the blue sky above. Being fully alive is about living fully in the present, but it's possible to visit the recent and distant past without losing track of one's life trajectory. The other day I posted a shot of my brother from 1965. Sometimes it feels to me like everything is happening at once and life is more a mosaic than a linear progression. Comforting thought.
Photographed along the wild coast of British Columbia (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2018 James R. Page - all rights reserved.