A cold November day this past winter to be target shooting in Wyoming.
It was windy. And not the simply gusty kind of windy; no this was the kind where my cold-weather coat was on, hood was up, gloves on, wool base layers on and my eyes still teared and ran from the whipping cold air with sunglasses having zero effect in shielding them. It was a definite no-go. But I still snapped a few quick shots because even though it made for a miserable short time, our favorite shooting spot was ever beautiful in the strong and unforgiving way that Mother Nature is. Have to respect that.
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.
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.