Twenty-five people must have passed him in the span of an hour. And no one noticed. We were heading back after a short trek in Strawberry Canyon (Berkeley) when I saw something in my periphery. That’s almost always how it is. A subconscious scan picks up a shape out of place. It’s often how I’ve come upon injured animals. Something stands out in the visual spectrum.
This anomaly was a Great Horned Owl — perched in stillness just off the fire road. Once we stopped, hikers and runners noticed him, too. I put down my camera after these shots and stood with everyone else in silence, watching the spectacular and nonchalant display of this owl who almost wasn’t there.