We go on an early morning hike, and after a few miles, we go down towards a lake and stop to look around. I take a few snapshots of what I see. I listen to the silence. I learn to see what is not yet visible.
Suddenly, further away on the right, I hear a splashing sound and I zoom in quickly with my camera to catch the animal.
The elk, two old males, are coming towards us. I hold my breath: they are simply enjoying the chilly morning temperature in the swamp.
