"As we move upstream, the foliage blurs into an anticipated order of branches and leaves. The dark break in this pattern sends a startle down the optic nerve. The shadow moves again, before its formlessness resolves: a moose. Head lifting, he steps clear of the willows, keeping one round eye always on us."

Bathsheba Demuth on a Hunt.

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