You know at the end of the CBS Sunday Morning news program, after the human interest stories, the witty commentary, the pleasant conversations with Charles Osgood and his equally pleasant bow-ties? You know, after the one or two cups of coffee you consume watching celebrities and do gooders and geniuses tell their stories about how they have and are going to save the world that get you feeling all warm and fuzzy about humanity and ready to go out and maybe save the world yourself just as soon as you have a couple waffles, a few more cups of coffee and, you know, change out of your sweatpants.
And just before you switch off the t.v. to work on completing the aforementioned tasks, that damn program puts its little feel-good cherry on top of the sun-shining through your window by leaving you with a glimpse into a wild place somewhere in this world. They just leave the camera there for a few moments as pink flamingos stand on one leg and poke their faces in the water, or penguins slide down an iceberg, or the mountains just exist on your television screen in all of their glory.
You know what I’m talking about? Do you watch the program?
You really should watch the program.
Anyway, the end of the show is always my favorite–to see a piece of the world existing in front of me uninterrupted, no effects, no music or frills or voice-over telling me what to think about it allows me to exist, for a moment, as a pink falmingo.
Or a mountain.
It’s television at it’s best.
So in the spirit of my favorite program I leave you this Sunday evening with a glimpse of the wild that passed through the ranch yesterday evening and welcomed me home by surprise as I zoomed along the pink road, singing a Steve Earl song at the top of my lungs.
I sucked in my breath as out of the corner of my eye I spotted ten bull elk with velvet horns lingering along the skyline. I slammed on my breaks, kicked up pink dust, rolled down my window and sat with Steve Earl in my ears, my mouth hanging open wide and pure, unbridled, spirited beasts breathing and snorting and running before my eyes and through my own wild world…
And I was an elk for a minute…
which turns out to be more glamourous than a flamingo…and, you know, quite a bit better than television.
Want to get a little closer to these beasts? Click here for another wild elk encounter.