Roosevelt Elk

Day 182 (Part B): Fog lay on the pasture this morning when I went out to photograph the sunrise, and as the first warmth from the emerging light touched the mist, it began to thin. It was then that I noticed I was not alone. In the far end of the field, half a dozen elk were grazing the new shoots of grass. It was a moment of delight for me because they've been absent the last few days.