Somewhere in Wyoming one year, on one of my trips out to the high plains, I stopped and made this image of a bunch of cows at magic hour.
I had passed them going 80. I was racing the sun so I could to get to a state park in time to pitch my tent, have dinner out of the back of the Jeep and enjoy another warm and quiet evening on the plains.
As I got close and set up the camera, they started moving away, of course.
But, after standing still for a 1/2 hour they sure enough, all came back over and ended up in this bovine formation.
I said out loud to them…”Thank you all for coming. Now relax, you look absolutely gorgeous – we’ll have this photo done in a New York minute.”
Startled at the sound of my voice, they quickly moved away again and I had to wait another 20 minutes or so before they all got enough courage to come back over to where I was.