When I moved back to the Upper Peninsula in the early 1980s, I was surprised to see buffalo roaming the fields on a farm on M-129. Such a sight wasn’t common in or around the Detroit area where I lived. The only buffalo I had ever seen were on nickels. One winter day, I stopped and reached for my Vivitar. Although I took a dozen photos, they were slides. These two are the only ones I put on a disk.