One afternoon, I decided to paint right in the backyard, next to the stream in Jackson Hole. It was  a nice peaceful day and all seemed normal. I then noticed some movement in the bushes and was able to watch 200 or so elk crossing the stream. The entire ordeal took around a half hour. Afterwards they disappeared into the bush and it was like nothing ever happened. Luckily, Kate had decided to photograph me earlier in the day, and I was able to get some photos of the experience.