08/24/2026
Through a Bison's Eye
January in Yellowstone National Park. The sound I remember most is the crunch of snow and ice beneath the herd as they passed by. The people watching were quiet, seemingly holding our collective breaths.
When the last bison moved down the road and out of sight, it felt like everyone could breathe freely again. Conversations returned. Smiles appeared. Only then did I start reviewing the images on the back of the camera and notice something I had missed in the moment. Reflected in the bison's eye were the road, the snow coach, and the people standing along the edge of the winter landscape.
For a brief moment, the photograph stopped being about what I had seen.
It became a glimpse of what the bison had seen.
📍 Yellowstone National Park