Wyoming public land where it’s far away and legal to practice target shooting.
Also known as one of my favorite places in the world.
Wyoming public land where it’s far away and legal to practice target shooting.
Also known as one of my favorite places in the world.
A day of target shooting on a cloudy day.
Barn swallows were up to their usual acrobatic antics.
Willow flycatchers were everywhere. Once we’d put enough holes in our targets for the day, I snagged my camera from the truck and bounded off to start snapping pictures.
On the drive back I saw a number of hawks hunting.
A barn swallow, buzzing the thistle.
A little chirper.
I love that you can see light through the farthest edges of this swallow’s feathers against the sky.
Red-tailed hawks and prairie falcons appeared on telephone poles and railroad tracks, eyeing the area for any small critters moving about.
It’s a bit of a downer having to drive back to town to return to the world again.
Golf ball and baseball-sized Wyoming hail this past weekend.
Nobody does camouflage better than Mother Nature. Shocked I got this photo by holding my iPhone up to the eyepiece of a shooting scope 100 yards away.