I visited Marmot Village hoping to get pictures of residents doing something interesting. No such luck — the word, torpidity, came to mind. The yellow-bellied marmots would watch the watchers, but they barely budged.
If you ignore the marmot’s size, this big male looks almost leonine.
This scene appears about as it did to the naked eye. Yet, the shallow depth of field of the telephoto lens meant that only one marmot could be in sharp focus at a time. Consequently this picture is a composite of consecutive shots that differed only in focus.