Horned Animals Wildlife Photography Winner
For the second consecutive year, recognized among the Top 35 Wildlife Photographers in the United States by 35AWARDS.
By the time I reached him, I had already crossed enough cold water to stop feeling my feet.
That is usually how these things go.
The frame people see at the end looks clean. Effortless, even. A bull moose in full velvet, standing in evening light with the sun striking him from behind, every edge of those antlers lit like they were carrying their own fire.
What the picture does not show is the way in.
The river crossings. The wet ground. The long push through the forest. The places where the trail gives up and you keep going anyway because something in you says he is still farther in. Still ahead. Still worth it.
That evening, I was after moose the way I always am when summer starts leaning toward change. Quietly. Patiently. Looking for one clean moment in a place that almost never gives you one for free.
Then the woods opened just enough.
And there he was.
A bull in beautiful velvet, heavy and calm, moving through the trees like he had all the time in the world. The sunlight was dropping behind him, slipping through the forest at the perfect angle, catching the velvet and setting it on fire. Not bright fire. Soft fire. The kind that lasts a minute if you are lucky and disappears if you move wrong.
I did not need to tell myself to slow down. The animal did that for me.
Everything about a moose like that makes you smaller. The body. The stillness. The sense that you are looking at something ancient and unfinished at the same time. Velvet always does that to me. It makes a bull look powerful, but not yet sharpened. Like he is still becoming what he will be.
I raised the camera and took what the evening gave me.
A few steps. A pause. Light through the paddles. A turn of the head. Then the forest started taking him back.
That was it.
No drama. No second chance. Just one of those moments that feels bigger while it is happening, even before you know what it will become.
Later, I found out that image was selected in the Horned Animals competition through 35AWARDS, one of the largest photography competitions in the world. Three of my images were recognized there, and I will be sharing one from that evening, the one that still feels like it came out of the trees carrying its own weather.
This year, more than 1,610 professional and amateur photographers from 173 countries entered the competition, with over 3,742 photos submitted.
I am grateful for the recognition, of course.
But what stays with me is not the email.
It is the river.
The forest.
The last light.
And that bull, standing there in velvet like the evening had been waiting on him the whole time.
Subject
Bull Moose
Alces alces shirasi
Location
Grand Teton NP
Wyoming, USA
Season
Pre-Rut
September 2021
Light
Golden Hour
Sunset ambient
7th Year — Top 35 USA
35 Awards · Top 35 USA Photographers
Horned Animals Winner
Wildlife Photography Division
6th Year — Top 35 USA
35 Awards (consecutive recognition)
