About a year ago I had the chance to find a herd of male elk grazing a long the road near Two Jack Lake on the way to Lake Minnewanka. We stopped and took a few photos but I left with an unexplainable feeling as though I'd missed something significant. I've thought about this experience often without much answer.
A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to see the same herd in the same field. For 10 or 15 minutes we sat, simply inspecting each other. No grazing. No photos. As we became comfortable in our surroundings, I heard the gentle clank of his brother's antlers as their majestic crowns knocked together while they ate. As time passed, people from the road began to realize there something to see and excitedly parked and ran to surround and push past me to get photographs of the group. Suddenly, I realized that groups were almost chasing groups, and yet the gentle fellow of this photograph had found his way off the side of the group. It was as if we were dancing. He would graze a bit, notice I'd lowered my camera, take a look at me, then get his head back low as I prepared to take another photo. I waited. I waited well past having lost the feeling in all extremities. Past the others leaving. And then, a moment. I'm glad we gave each other the time of day.
We drove a total of 22 hours in a 48 hour time window. For a total of 14 hours of daylight. It’s moments like this which truly inspire me. Humble me to continue learning growing, chasing this art, seeking to understand and process the way in which this world shows its glory.