Field Tracking and Running for My Life
THE WELCOMING FIELD I had taken note of some impressive farmland in Langrangeville and hoped to grab a few shots today. Apart from the proximity of youngliings stamping the gas of their obnoxiously loud Mustangs, it began as a pleasant experience. I found a safe gravel inset to park my car and up the road I walked, looking for vantage points and keeping an eye skyward, as to escape rain, should it rear its ugly head. THE TRAP After capturing a few places to my satisfaction, I came upon a dirt road leading into the field. As is my practice, I checked for "no trespassing" signs, of which none declared themselves. Deeming the road safe for exploration, I began to press in. First, a deer took me by surprise, leaping from the shrubbery with great speed and disappeared into some trees. A short distance further, an unsettling buzzing noise tickled my ears. To my great dismay, a cloud of large, black insects had gathered behind me and looked to be in pursuit. I hazar...