I had heard on the photographer’s telegraph (which is the rumor mill at Yellowstone) that there was a grizzly located somewhere along the Gibbon river several miles above Gibbon falls. As I was hurrying to find the location I kept watching the river bank hoping to see the bear. It was early in the day with the sun just rising over the rim of the  canyon and as I got further into the canyon the walls got steeper and it got darker and I noticed how blue the light was getting. Being both a wildlife and nature shooter I entered into that no man’s land where you have to make a decision on what to shoot. Possible bear or sure thing river. I have always found that a river in hand is worth two bears in the bush, so I stopped and climbed down to the river side to make this shot. It was very, very cold, I’m estimating about a million below zero, so I only made a couple of images. I climbed out and continued to look for the bear but as it turned out there wasn’t two bears in the bush, there wasn’t even one. So for me the image justified the decision and the title brought home both the color and the disappointment, hence the name Gibbon Blues.