It's been a rather fallow period for me the last few weeks, at least in terms of picking up the camera. I've been working on other creative-ish projects, mostly volunteer work for my Audubon group.
I got out the camera pack yesterday however and headed down to the river to see what could be seen. Which was: not much. It's dry and brittle here; our part of California is considered in "extreme drought".
It will come as not much of a surprise then, that I found dead stuff. Two cow skulls were on offer, and the half carcass of one of the owners of those skulls. The other skull came complete with a pile of feathers nearby. Not sure why the juxtaposition but it made for some interesting compositional attempts.
The only shooting I do is with pixels, but one of our neighbors has a shooting range set up. No one there as I walked through on my way to the river, but I was intrigued by big stacks of old cans. None of the cans had been shot at apparently - none had bullet holes in them at any rate. I also found a bunch of shot-up old bowling pins; I haven't started to work with any of those images yet.