In the silence of a snowy forest, we watch one another.
Lonely September rain, as told by a raven.
At a day’s end, the mountains glow. The valleys below stare in disbelief at the color, the contours of the ridge, and the wonder that exists above them. The winds fade, overwhelmed by silence, a sense of peace, as the world awaits for morning.
Up here, on this mountain, we are alpenglow.
Let them stare at us.
I’ve thought hard about what an up-close encounter with an orca in the Pacific might be like, but nothing could prepare me for the actual event. It’s honestly a miracle that I locked my 500mm lens onto this beautiful animal in that split-second that she surfaced, but thanks to it, that moment will live forever. Still smiling.