It means Sorry in Japanese. And I am really sorry. Sorry for not posting here even if no one gets on, but still that doesn't seem like enough. And honestly I would love to be this super creative amazing person (like that perfect person in the class) but I'm not, and now I'm ramblings. So.....
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So I've always thought we can love animals that are domesticated, and appreciate animals that are wild. And for us to truly appreciate nature it has to be wild. It can't be like our house cats, subdued, and ready to bow to our whim. Then they seem like glorified, and elegant circus performers. In documentaries that allow us to catch a glimpse of these creatures stay away from tampering with their lives much. In our images we rarely have a caged wolf as something beautiful, and yet it's a fact of life that we capture them, but still the raw beauty of seeing something we deem 'free' seems to thrill us all the more.
I'm going to do something, I'm going to show a bunch of images and just share my thoughts about them. That being said my thoughts have a tendency to be boring, so just look at the pictures and don't read my thoughts if you don't want to, because I'll try to make the images interesting. Ready?
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How did the mother let the camera so close to her cubs? Well the image is amazing nonetheless. Still it is slightly saddening when a wild creature is so comfortable with humanity it's precious litter is on display to the world. However that's probably not the case here so I feel better, and I compliment the photographer. An amazing shot. I feel as if each has their own distinct personality.
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I feel like saying this from spirit stallion of the cimarron 'not as well known as the eagle, but distinguished from the hawk. An osprey. Eh who cares?' Well this is an amazing photo, and the quality is amazing. The bird isn't even looking at the camera, it's just....it's just there, and you're just here staring at it.
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I was talking with a girl who said she loved sea creatures, and I asked her about otters. And she said she didn't really like them. But this was the animal that I read a little book about, how the mother tied the baby to the kelp to make sure it didn't float away, that the otters played with each other, that scene in Pocahontas, how the mother licks the baby clean, and how precarious life in cold water can be for a new born. How this otter here looks so much like a human mother shielding her child from the water, and the baby (pup I think?) is so cute, but also the otter is looking at the camera almost saying "I see you, this is my baby" And well....what's not to love?
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It's always so hard for us to root for the prey. To say; that's my favorite animal, the one who is the primary consumer on the food chain and gets eaten. The one on the documentary whose calf or fawn gets chased down by the predatory, and it stumbles, and you watch the predatory make a killing bite. So maybe it's cowardice that I say the wolf is my favorite animal, and not these majestic beasts. They're gorgeous, but alas, the wolf is my favorite.
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Be a wolf, and you will have beauty. But if you are yourself people will see it.
