The Wolves by Fionnade. Their enchanting voices Cry to the crystal moon, As light of silver Descends with grace. The pale river sparkles. Suddenly alive It shivers uncontrollably Chilled by their cries. Time is frozen; The moment slowly fades.The wolves prowl restlessly Calling to each other A song of wonder Fills the air. None have heard it before, Though it is as ancient as the moon.
You haven't truly experienced the beauty and last true essence of the wild, until you've looked into the eyes of the wolf.
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Homeless man asked me what I was doing, I said taking pictures of interesting things. He said, you're not taking pictures of me are you, I said no no... He said, "I haven't had my picture taken in 40 years."I said, well that's not good, you don't have any history of yourself over that time. All of a sudden, he took off his cap stood in front of me and said, "go ahead, take my picture".I said sure... and here it is. (Photographer Mark M)