Wednesday 4 November 2015

Down and Dirty

I had spent about an hour with this relaxed bull as it drank and played in the water. Guessing he might move towards the mud-hole nearby, I positioned myself accordingly and soon enough was delightedly watching as he rolled around in the mud just a few feet from my lens. Eventually he staggered to his feet and manoeuvred himself so that he faced me. "Excellent," I thought crouching on the ground with my recently infra-red converted body and wide-angle lens, hoping he may try to splash around a little. However I had underestimated quite how much splashing his tree-trunk legs were capable of (not to mention his mischievous trait as well). After a brief warm-up, his front leg began going hell-for-leather until both my camera and myself were completely splattered in rancid mud from head to toe. I kept shooting and managed to get a couple of images that were hopefully worth the cost of getting the lens professionally cleaned afterwards!