
Steamy Stag
Imagine…. …a dark, soundless forest. As you go deeper into the forest, the roar becomes louder. Or actually the bellowing; the sound of rutting deer during the rutting season, that has come together to fight. The atmosphere is loaded and in case you might not feel the tense, you definitely smell it. Even the birds are holding their breath. The sun slowly starts to give shape to the darkness and through the trees and early morning fog more and more deer become visible. Some bucks are tired after a long wild night and when you closely watch them, you might see the breath clouds coming from their mouths…
Imagine…. …a dark, soundless forest. As you go deeper into the forest, the roar becomes louder. Or actually the bellowing; the sound of rutting deer during the rutting season, that has come together to fight. The atmosphere is loaded and in case you might not feel the tense, you definitely smell it. Even the birds are holding their breath. The sun slowly starts to give shape to the darkness and through the trees and early morning fog more and more deer become visible. Some bucks are tired after a long wild night and when you closely watch them, you might see the breath clouds coming from their mouths…

“That Misty Mood” This particular morning, everything was covered with hoar frost and the mist got more and more dense as I walked into the area. At a certain point, the mist was so thick, it was hard to see throught it. And this feeling, this…..being in a completely different, fairytale like world, is what this photo represents for me..