Mist loosens its grip on the mountains,
shadows breathing along the ridgelines.
In a meadow glazed with frost and dawn,
an elk lifts his crown of bone and sky.
His call breaks open the morning.
A long, trembling note
that pours through pine and stone,
through centuries of listening earth.
This is not just sound,
but the land remembering itself,
a wild voice threading time,
singing the mountains awake.
Image captured in Rocky Mountain National Park
Fall, 2025
Canon EOS 7D Mark II
Canon EF 400mm f/2.8L IS II USM Lens
