10:30 PM and a day earlier than most of you.
Rain pelting down and glistening on the windows. We are crawling along a one lane road. My hand cuddles my camera. My cousin Helge wants us to see moose.
It is possible we will see one. Or none.
We come around a sharp curve and there standing in the road is an albino moose. There may be only 2 or 3 in country.
One is standing right in front of us. It stares
As he lopes into the woods he raises his head and stops giving me enough time to roll down the window and take another photo.
My flash catches drops of rain in mid air and reflects off his eye.
It is a wonder.
We are all amazed.
Our first moose is an albino and Helge had never before seen one.
Being in the right place at the right time.
Keeping our eyes open.
Looking for moose.
Trying to become published.
And just ahead.
Two more moose out in the meadow.
The photographs are dark.
But they exist.
In my mind I still see them standing. Still hear them crash through the bush.
The right place.
The right time.
And use your eyes
You must always use your eyes.