TOWNSEND, Tenn. (WVLT) – For a lot of us visiting the Smokies, we simply want to see the wildlife and take home a picture of that moment. But for Barry Spruce, a photographer who has taken photos of bears, deer, birds and all that’s in the Smokies for 17 years, the perfect picture comes with patience.

In his gallery in Townsend you can see his work and how he’s captured the moments of the animals, like one of the first pieces you’ll see of three bears hanging out in a tree.

“This is in Cades Cove,” he said to WVLT News as he pointed to the photograph. “This mom actually had four cubs, but one was higher in the tree and pretty much blocked by some of the leaf foliage. So I concentrated on the three.”

After retirement, Spruce took on a hobby he’d loved since childhood: photography.

He said bears are the most popular animals in the Great Smoky Mountains to take photographs of.

“They all have a certain range and then getting the idea of what they like to do when they like to do it. And then once you know the age of the bear, you tend to fall into knowing what they’re going to do year in and year out,” he said.

Because you’ll stay a good distance away from the animals, he suggests a long range lenses. There are great places all over the Smokies to see wildlife, but that picture perfect moment could take hours, if not days, to capture.

“Cades Cove gives you just about everything. Roaring Fork has some really good seasons. But cades cove has a little bit of everything because we do have fields and woods and berries and different things,” said Spruce

He said it takes time to learn the bears’ habits, like where and when they’ll feed and when they might just play around in the meadow.

“The best thing I can say once you find a bear is to stay your distance, but let it be natural. So when you let something be natural, that’s when you get the best photography,” he added.

Click here to see more of his work.

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For a couple of years in the late 2000s, the photographer John Goto, who has died aged 74 of hypersensitivity pneumonitis, and his wife Celia, a psychoanalyst, posed for a series of images he titled West End Blues. Singly or together, they stood in profile in front of restaurants and theatres around Soho, London, in costumes dating from the end of the first world war to the end of the Vietnam conflict. Their figures were then Photoshopped out of the resulting photographs, leaving negative images like the ones silhouetted on walls by a nuclear blast.

Each photograph was named after a famous jazz musician – Louis Armstrong, Ken “Snakehips” Johnson, Adelaide Hall – who had come to play in London between 1919 and 1974. Most were black, many of them migrants. The 17 images in West End Blues were variously troublesome. In terms of genre, they seemed closest to street photography, and yet their subjects were posed rather than happened upon. The bleached-out Gotos were flat, the backgrounds behind them three-dimensional; the photographs affected to be archival, and yet were entirely contemporary. Worst of all, the images had been openly, joyously manipulated on a computer. When Goto turned his series into an augmented reality walking tour downloadable on a mobile phone, critics of a purist bent shuddered.

This discomfort was intentional. As Goto recalled, his fondness for Armstrong et al had begun on youthful visits to Soho to listen to jazz. Just as the musicians in West End Blues had seen London as an escape from life back home, so Goto saw his trips to hear them as a release from the English provinces.

Born in Stockton, near Manchester, to Bernard Glithero, an engineer, and Catherine (nee Craig), a housewife, he had moved with his family to Berkshire as a child. After attending grammar school in Windsor (which he disliked), he went to the Berkshire College of Art in Maidenhead in 1965 and then to study painting at St Martin’s School of Art in London. It was there that he discovered the cinema as another, and more permanent, means of escape. Impressed by Walerian Borowczyk’s film Goto, l’île d’amour (1969), John Glithero took the island of its title as his name.

The hybrid nature of the images in West End Blues suggested another form of permanence. Their apparently random settings had actually been archaeologically sought out. The Chinese restaurant in the photograph called Sidney Bechet stood on the site of the Royal Philharmonic Hall where Bechet had played in 1919; the block of flats in Shake Keane and Ambrose Campbell had once been home to the Abalabi Club. “My West End is inhabited by the spectre of musicians past and sounds lost,” Goto said. “But are they really lost? I’m convinced that on a quiet night, towards dawn, the attentive listener can still hear the strains of Rent House Stomp or Yolanda.”

This taste for muddying the typological waters had come early. In 1981, Goto had his first one-man show, a retrospective at the Photographers’ Gallery of 60 photographs taken over the previous decade. This, unusually, was advertised by a movie poster made by the graphic artist and sometime film-maker Andrzej Klimowski, a St Martin’s friend. The exhibition also had its own soundtrack, of voices speaking in Czech and Polish.

In 1978, Goto had spent several months on a scholarship in Prague, a place he described as “poised between past and present”. The experience left him with a profound sense of himself as a European photographer, and resentment at the postwar dominance in Europe of American photography. Echoes of Russian constructivism and the Bauhaus would recur in his art for the rest of his career.

In the year before Prague, he had taught photography evening classes at the Lewisham youth centre in south London. As he had with jazz musicians, so he felt a kinship with his predominantly black students. The previous year had seen riots at the Notting Hill carnival; in August, a National Front march had sparked the so-called Battle of Lewisham. “Young black people were being actively criminalised,” Goto recalled, and yet there was “no space for accounts of their cultural life”. This he provided in the form of portraits of his students, taken in a dance hall next to the youth centre.

Typically, there was no interest in these at the time. It was only in 2013 that the series was finally shown, in an exhibition at Art Jericho in Oxford called 1977: Lewisham & Belleville. (The Belleville images were taken when Goto spent part of that year in Paris on a British Council scholarship.) To coincide with the show, the Lewisham photographs were published as a book called Lovers’ Rock, which also included a series of essays, one of them by Lady Young of Hornsey, who noted that the portraits were something more than just a corrective “to pictures of black youth rioting”. Goto admitted to “a resonance” with his subjects, “the recognition of a struggle I knew and carried within me”.

“It may only be a bleak hope,” he went on, “but in this struggle, I believe, lies our dignity.”

In 1980, Goto moved to Oxford, where he would live for the rest of his life, teaching at Oxford Polytechnic (which became Oxford Brookes University) for 20 years. At lunchtimes, students would be shown the work of his favourite film-makers, including Kurosawa and Tarkovsky. In 2003, he was made professor of fine art at the University of Derby, and then emeritus professor from 2013 until his death.

The terrace house he shared with Celia he liked to describe as “the smallest palace in the world”, its walls hung with the work of St Martin’s friends, such as Klimowski and Craigie Horsfield, jazz inevitably playing in the background. He regularly passed the plaster dog outside a jeweller’s shop on the High Street that the Bauhaus artist László Moholy-Nagy, fleeing nazism, had photographed in 1936. The dog, and other Moholy photographs, inspired Goto’s own show, Two Days at Oxford, in 2016.

In 1967, while at St Martin’s, Goto had met Linda Gowan; they married in 1972 and divorced in 1982. He met Celia Farrelly the following year, and married her in 1992. She survives him, as do the daughters, Jade and Zoey, of his first marriage.

Stoke Fruit Farm, located on an island off the coast of England, has posted signs disallowing nude photography with their sunflowers. Evidently this is to protect the children. The United Kingdom needs a Disney theme park to sue or something.

CNN:

The owners of Stoke Fruit Farm on Hayling Island, off England’s south coast, issued the unusual request on social media, having noticed a growing number of visitors stripping naked to pose for pictures among the blooms.

In a post on Facebook earlier this month, the farm wrote: “Reminder to all we are a family area and please keep your clothes on in the sunflowers! We are having a increase of reports of naked photography taking place and this must not happen during our public sessions please!”

Sam Wilson and sister Nette Petley run the farm that their grandfather set up. It comprises 350 acres, producing wheat, peas, potatoes, pumpkins, squash, sweetcorn, hay – and sunflowers.

Wilson told CNN Friday that there had been about six incidents of people stripping off among the sunflowers since the field opened to visitors at the end of last month.

Six whole incidents. Please visit the beach in Los Angeles.