>>17810967 (OP)
I like to see people like this even though the reflection on myself is humiliating. This is wildlife photography and that is an animal. A lithe body seen for an instant, so taut with energy that light seems to shine from the holes in its face, from its nail beds. Gone in a flash on its own urging, questing, always after impossible fulfillment. "It" is without love, without kindred, alone on the lonesome hunt. The language from that toothy maw is a secondary instrument of truth, second to the violent piercing prow of the animal burrowing, windmilling limbs, charging towards desire and away from inevitable death.
