Through the Grass

You spot them before they spot you. Just barely - antlers above the grass, moving slow. The wind’s in your favor, and you stay low. No rush. Most animals don’t move fast unless they have to.

Tall grass makes it tricky. Focus is tough, but it’s worth it. I catch bits and pieces. An ear, a shoulder, that heavy breath hanging in the air. No clear shot, but real life rarely lines up perfect.

I stay quiet, finger on the shutter, waiting. One of them turns just enough. That’s the moment. Click. No filters, no setups. Just patience, wisdom, and being where you’re supposed to be.