Spirit of the Caribou

Lying low on the coastal moss, shrubs, and tuckamore, I waited as first light began to define the landscape as I enjoyed the rich scent of vegetation and admired the soft colors of the sunrise. A woodland caribou herd moved quietly ahead of me revealed only by the occasional lift of a head as they fed. The morning was already perfect! That's when a majestic bull separated from the herd. He moved with grace and confidence over the hill directly towards me with his broad antlers rising into the morning sky filling my camera frame as my lens focused. This was not the photo I wanted, it was the one I had dreamed of for so long representing a lifelong admiration of the great herds.