Coastal Brown Bear

I’ve never quite understood why some have fear of solitude … the condition of being alone. I find solitude to be cleansing, uplifting and spiritual. We should have more of it! Stolen Solitude But Glory Revealed As evening leisurely progresses, darkness slowly smothers the twilight and the newly arrived moon hurls a javelin of light across the gentle lake. Solitude reigns the scene … but not for long. Amidst the rhythmic liquid sound of the water softly licking the boreal shore, comes a heavy padding in the sand of massive bruin feet as an enormous Brown Bear ambulates the strand … solitude stolen, but glory revealed. On a lonely beach in a land of lorea mighty beast walks the distant shore.There’s no hurry to its pace.When it moves, it does with grace.Pause it at times to scan the scape.What does the brute anticipate?No matter what the linger seems,’tis but part of a grander scheme.The bear’s role is both bold and grand,designed and shaped by Hallowed Hands. ~ Anecdote, poem and Brown Bear capture, Solitude Stolen But Glory Revealed © Jerry L. Ferrara

The Bear, The Light and The Drama Every day for two weeks I walked past a finger of land that projected into a remote Alaskan lake. Sometimes a Brown Bear was on the spit, but the light was terrible for capturing a visually meaningful moment. On other occasions, the presentation painted across the sweep was stunningly gorgeous, but always a bruin was absent from the landscape. I had about given up capturing that point in time where. the bear and the light came together, at least how I envisioned it in my mind’s eye. On the morning before the day the float plane was to retrieve us, I trekked past the small peninsula thinking, most likely, for the final time. The sky was riotous in presentation … and the bear was in perfect position near the point. ~ Anecdote and Brown Bear capture, The Bear, The Light and The Drama © Jerry L. Ferrara