I took this image a few years ago at Yosemite National Park. It was the first time I ever saw bear cubs in the wild. I was so intent on photographing them that I almost had to remind myself to breathe. I'm sure there are other photographers out there who have experienced something similar.
Yosemite is a magical place on so many levels. I first became interested in visiting after reading John Muir's "My First Summer in the Sierra". From there, I researched the park intensely on the web, and with other written material. I searched for the best shooting locations at sunrise, and sunset and even made a notebook filled with charts and times. While it is true that all of this was helpful, the image below could not have been planned.
My wife and I were driving up to Glacier Point a few hours before sunset. We had a system, one person drives, the other scans the woods for animals. It worked, as she saw a mother bear in the woods just off the road. I quickly found a place to pull over and grabbed my 70-200 f2.8. We watched in awe as the cubs came down the hill to meet their mother.