I knew it was very unusual for him to raise his head above his shoulders and I also knew that this move was precursor to a charge.
My heart was pounding as I tried to get a focus lock on the eyes while my brain was telling me to get behind the car.
He was about twenty five yards away and he was looking me straight in the eye.
I felt scared. I felt alive. I felt the fear of generations of genes inside me that had laid dormant all these years.
One second, calm. The next second, fear on a primal stage that touched every nerve ending. Fight or flight.
Fight or flight….
Were you there for a minute with me?
I hope so.
That’s the magic of photography. It can transport you to another time and another place in an instant.
And then you’re back again…
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