Given how heavily the snow was falling in the city, I was surprised to find that there was absolutely none just a little ways north. The sky was thick with low cloud and there were little spits of sleet once in a while but the only snow on the ground was left over from a couple of days before.
I didn’t mind at all, really. The soft light really brought out all the earthy tones. The yellow of the winter grass, the brightening red of the stands of willows, even the blacks and browns of the newly turned-over fields, all seemed to glow. And it was while slowing down to check out a stand of those glowing red willows that I saw the first moose.
I could barely pick it out among the tangle of twigs but through a gap I could see the tall shoulder hump and the ears. It’s amazing how an animal that big can be so hard to spot. I watched through the lens as it walked out toward the open water of the slough it was beside, paused for a second or two and the idled back among the willows. Nervous because I was there? Hard to tell.