Late winter, 2009/2010 ~ The owl has little visual advantage over the hare or field mouse this evening, as the full moon, clear skies and fresh snow have cast a light over the entire meadow. If he is to eat before sunrise, he will have to rely on his remaining three weapons: The stealth of his approach, the swiftness of his strike and the power of his talons.
The meadow does not photograph well at midnight, even under these conditions. Just picture a place that seems to be sleeping when given a fast glance. But watched slowly--the way it is watched by the owl--it fills with the movement of a nocturnal society. It is a contradiction, at once peaceful and vicious, depending only on your point of view.
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