There are moments at Little Long Pond when the place feels almost outside of time. Fog softens the field, the trees disappear by degrees, and then something living breaks through the stillness before you are fully ready for it.
This buck was running away from me, and I caught him in that strange half-second when motion almost looks like a pose — lifted, alert, nearly standing up in the mist.
That is part of what I love about the photograph. It was not arranged. It was not waiting for me. It was just the pond giving me one quick glimpse, and me being lucky enough to press the shutter before it was gone.
Recommended Format:
Satin MetalPrint with Metal Float Hanger
There are moments at Little Long Pond when the place feels almost outside of time. Fog softens the field, the trees disappear by degrees, and then something living breaks through the stillness before you are fully ready for it.
This buck was running away from me, and I caught him in that strange half-second when motion almost looks like a pose — lifted, alert, nearly standing up in the mist.
That is part of what I love about the photograph. It was not arranged. It was not waiting for me. It was just the pond giving me one quick glimpse, and me being lucky enough to press the shutter before it was gone.
Recommended Format:
Satin MetalPrint with Metal Float Hanger