The above photo was not taken in Yellowstone National Park, or anywhere in North America.  This was actually taken in Poland in Bialowieza National Park.  There, one of the last herds of European Bison roam.  In Poland, these bison are called Zubr.  There are slight differences between Zubr and North American bison.  Zubr have longer horns, longer tails, and the head is slightly different in shape with the nose farther forward in comparsion with the forehead.

Here's a final shot of a konik, or Polish pony.  This horse was pretty close to me, so I zoomed in, using a vertical composition, focusing on just the eye.  A shallow depth of field worked very nicely here too.

This lynx is a captive animal, of course, as there are very few photos of actual lynx in the wild.  I really just wanted a tight head portrait of the lynx for fun, but then he began to yawn, so I got more than I hoped for with this shot.  While I usually don't post shots of captive animals, this one was too good to pass up.

The following is from an email that was reportedly taken from Elle magazine in France regarding Poland.  Edyta translated this for me and I found it very appropriate and humorous.  Poland. There we are, in the world of absurd. The country in which every fifth person was killed in the Second World War, in which 1/5 of the nation live somewhere abroad and every third inhabitant is about 20 years old.  The country where there are two times more students than in France, and the engineer earns less money than an average worker. The country where people spend two times more money than they earn, and where the average pay is about the price of three pairs of nice shoes. The country where is no poverty and the foreign capital flocks. The country where the price for a car is about three year's earnings, but it's still difficult to find a parking place. The country where ex-socialists are in power and church holidays are days off.  The foreigner has to give up any logic, if he doesn't want to feel as if his world is collapsing around him. A country where you can talk to the waiter in English, with a cook in French, a salesperson in German, but with any public official only by way of the translator.  Poles!  How can you do that...?