My Springer Spaniel Buster scans the Montana fields as we look for grouse of pheasants. Buster loved to hunt and even when he grew old he would still tremble at the thought of getting out to run and seek the scent of wild birds. He lived to be thirteen and was a great example of the old saying that the only fault dogs have is that they don’t live long enough.
Photo by @gerdludwig. Located 150 miles (240 km) to the south of the mainland, Tasmania is an island state of Australia. Wool production is one of Tasmania’s main sources of export income, producing some of the world’s finest Merino wool. With over 2 million sheep grazing the pastures of the island, sheep outnumber humans four to one.
Photograph by David Chancellor @chancellordavid - Golden Wildebeest, Eastern Cape, South Africa - Along the Limpopo River basin, Golden Wildebeest naturally occurred adjacent to the Tuli-Block of Botswana. Earlier farmers in the 1920′s, called them “Vos Wildebeest.” —- The first Golden Wildebeest Bull, was captured by Alec Raff in the early 1990′s on the game farm Swinburne, in the Limpopo Valley, here they formed an integral part of the large migratory herds that once moved freely between South Africa and Botswana. Just over a quarter of century later its estimated than in excess of 2000 of these animals graze on South African game ranches, bred in the hope that hunters would pay a lot more to shoot unusually coloured trophy animals. As early as 2011 the International Council for Game & Wildlife Conservation (CIC) declared colour variants a manipulation of wild game and said they should not be hunted. The industry continued and prices at auction continued to climb until 2016 when the market collapsed. With colour-variant animals, a supply of ‘unnatural freaks’ was created for which there is no real demand. The animals that roam the land have become commodified, part of a new consumerism, marketed and sold, their ‘brands’ pitted against each other, their continued existence now a question of human demand, whim and calculation. Follow me here and @chancellordavid and @thephotosociety to see more work and projects #southafrica
Photo by @davidalanharvey | Recovering opium addicts in Hanoi 1989. The Vietnam War had many tremendous after shock consequences long after truce was declared. One of them,drug addiction from the ranks of combat soldiers, was prevalent on both sides of the war. With another photojournalist colleague I tried opium once while we covered North Vietnam after the war. Pretty easy to see how one would get addicted. Clear headed euphoria. Not drunk. Not stoned. A sharp edged enlightened vision. No wonder poets and soldiers alike succumbed. I never tried it twice however. I was so sick at the exit point that it erased my pleasure forever. Vietnam now is of course a popular tourist destination and your athletic shoes are most likely made in Vietnam. I went to North Vietnam on assignment for NatGeo to meet our former U.S. enemy. Mixed feelings all around. Yet when you get right down and look your enemy in the eye what do you see? Another human being with hopes and dreams and pain and families and songs and art and a desire for peace. I have no idea what these men went through before hospitalization nor what happened after. Yet I did clearly see that war was not the answer.
Photo by @davidalanharvey | Miss Hanoi 1988. I hung around this event for a full day. I knew the part I wanted to shoot would only last for a few seconds max. Yet being tall and the American recent enemy, I came several hours early to make eye contact, lower my head, and smile with everyone connected. Easy to imagine that everyone in this picture had lost a relative in the war. 250,000 dead. So I had to make sure they identified with ME personally. By the time the new winner was announced, I was “known” by everybody. They’d gotten used to me. So by that time I could step right in front of them and shoot. Fast in deftly, get the shot, fast out so as not to be rude. #vietnam
Geoglyphs made by pre-Columbian Native Americans decorate the sun-darkened gravels of the Lower Colorado River Valley in California. On the bottom is a creator-figure called Mastamho, and at the top is his spirit helper, a mountain lion. Tire tracks from recreational vehicles have marred these 1,000 year-old religious symbols that are now protected by fences. Over 400 geoglyphs have been identified in the Mojave Desert. There is no high point nearby from which to view this earthwork, which makes their origin somewhat mysterious. To see more of the world from above follow @geosteinmetz
Photograph by @andyparkinsonphoto/@thephotosociety Hanuman langur leaping – There’s an obvious temptation when one travels to photograph tigers to focus too intently on just one subject, to become so consumed in the search that one might be tempted to drive past other opportunities or to overlook other moments. When I return to India in a few weeks to lead two photographic trips there tigers will of course be our primary species but I will always encourage the guests to see the beauty, and the potential in all of the other creatures that inhabit the beautiful little corner of India that is Bandhavgarh National Park. It was the light that first drew me to pause with these young langurs, the relatively soft backlight highlighting their distinctive form and their remarkable tails. As we waited with them, listening to the sounds of the forest, so the youngsters started to play and to scramble, running up the fallen trees and then leaping between them. It was, photographically speaking both a dream and a challenge, trying to anticipate which langur would leap and to where. Their movements were scattergun at best and at times my photography reflected that and even with this image, likely my best from the encounter, the langur is leaping out of the frame. A camera club judge would pan me for such heresy, the image they would claim is fundamentally flawed but this is nature in the raw. Inexplicably beautiful, laugh out loud funny and utterly unpredictable. To all of you out there who have had your self-esteem or your images battered by cruel words then give them no credence, take pictures for yourself and only you. I’ve always loved this picture because I cherish the moment and I remember the joy, not my own at having captured it but rather the innocence of those langurs at play. I’ve just released the dates for my 2020 tiger tour so come and join me, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org Please #followme at @andyparkinsonphoto to keep up-to-date with my images @andyparkinsonphoto@thephotosociety
Waiting for the Ice. Photo by Kevin Schafer – @schaferpho@natgeo – For thousands of years, Polar Bears have gathered on the shores of Hudson Bay every autumn, waiting for the sea ice to re-form, allowing them to hunt seals once more. Until then, they pass the time by sleeping or pacing the shoreline looking for scraps of something to eat. Now, with increased global temperatures, the sea ice throughout the arctic is increasingly late in forming and diminished in area. (Arctic sea ice is thought to be shrinking 14% every decade). The polar bear population of southern Hudson Bay, the southernmost in the world, may disappear completely within the next few decades. #climatechange#polarbears#hudsonbay
I recently worked with the @the_endfund and @talkingeyesmedia on a film and photo series about the topic of ending river blindness in Senegal. There has been tremendous progress made over the last 30 years. We are very close to ending this vicious affliction caused by a parasite that a certain black fly carries. In the past it left nearly half of the folks in some villages blind. There is hope when science, medicine, proper funding and committed people and organizations come together to tackle our problems.