Greene County, New York, February 2022
A relentless blizzard, driving snow sideways until shooting became impossible. Freezing wind. Then the fury relented.
I had broken through a frozen creek to reach this spot, knee-deep in ice water. The viewing platform was empty. And nobody was within miles.
The storm cleared and a Northern Harrier appeared. As I stood frozen and exhausted, the bird rode the post-storm gales with breathtaking ease, dropping effortlessly to hunt in the golden grass below. For the Golden Hour it performed for an audience of one.
My suffering and its grace in contrast.
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