"Slow down," shouted me, leaning out the passenger door window. "Elk!"
The Husband obliged. Click, click.
"There are buffalo, too," I exclaimed. The Husband took me for my word. His cataracts don't let him see the details in the far distance. The animals were probably a city block or so away. Of course, we weren't in a city, but on the back road behind Mt. Hamilton, in San Jose, on the way to Patterson, a Central Valley town next to Interstate 5.
That was last month on one of my birthday adventures in Sedgwick, the rental car. Today I enlarged and sharpened and did Photoshop voodoo on the digital shots until I got good enough photos.
The buffalo were cattle. So much for my eyes.
The other creature certainly was a gorgeous young elk buck. He looked as if he was posing for me. A tourist with her dagnabbit camera. Click, click.
The dude was a tule elk, which supposedly is found only in the grassy and marshy areas of California. I read that the elk roaming where we drove through are descendants of 65 tule elk that were released on a ranch owned by the Misters Hewlett & Packard over 35 years ago. I wonder if that handsome creature who locked eyes with my camera is computer savvy.