Snow like dry power underfoot, my breath a plume in the crisp evening air, and this guy standing on the crest of a hill…patiently awaiting my arrival on the scene as if we had a prearranged appointment. Seconds passed like hours as I approached. He remained immobile, never flinching, until the images were recorded. If you look carefully into the image you may detect a bit of the grace I felt that day.
This is an texturized version Field of Dream’s Buck 2
Fuji Velvia 50 slide film, Nikon F5, 200 mm lens at f2.8, Wemberley Head, Gitzo Tripod, Great Smoky Mountain National Park, USA
©2006 Miles A Moody All Rights Reserved. Please kindly refrain from duplicating this photographic image without my written permission. Thank you.