Arriving at Bear River MBR just a few weeks ago, I never imagined I would be blessed with another chance to see and photograph my beloved pelicans.
Though they have now departed their summer home, the memory of our meeting will keep my soul warm through the long winter ahead.
American White Pelicans in all their bright illuminated glory.
But light changes and so does the story.
The sky stretched overhead covered with heavy storm clouds. The lake seemed completely deserted, not a single fisherman dared to risk getting soaked to the bone.
Yet, the American White pelicans remained utterly unfazed, gliding through the chaos as if the approaching storm were nothing more than a passing breeze.
Generally, life is good.
“Returning” may be an exaggeration; I’m simply editing unposted photos, waiting for spring, when the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge will welcome the pelicans home.
Generally, life is good.
When you try to sneak into the group quietly… and fail spectacular.
Generally, life is good.
If someone asked me, “Don’t you ever get tired of photographing mostly American White pelicans every time you come to Bear River?” I would answer without hesitation: absolutely not.
How could I possibly tire of such an incredible opportunity—to watch these young birds grow, gradually becoming more and more like their parents with each passing month, transforming into serious, intelligent graceful creatures?
I believe I’ve explained it all quite thoroughly. To whom, you ask? To myself, of course!
When you're trying to explain something to your friends and they're just not getting it.
Generally, life is good.
Every morning, American White Pelicans like a feathered fan club gather at the same favorite spot on the Bear River MBR, ready for their daily meet and greet.
Generally, life is good.
