Just look at that reflection. It's like a mirror.
Momma Elk just hanging out under a tree. I don't blame her- that sun sure was hot.
The big tree in front is turning, and up on the mountain you can see the sprinkling of Aspen turning brilliant gold.
Daddy Elk gone golfing.
Beautiful.
Afternoon stroll by the road. Sure, why not? One male, twenty females. What a lucky fella.
This was a different Elk who wanted a piece of those ladies. The big daddy Elk didn't like it and chased him away. Quite a site.
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