Golden Jackal

the ghost in the yellow grass

“the ghost in the yellow grass”

The ghost in the yellow grass

The sun slowly rises, the gentle wind caresses the yellow grass. peace, mild silence, as if something is about to happen, I can feel the spirit there.

I stand motionless waiting …. the waiting lasts like an eternity. it’s just a few meters away from me the spirit of the yellow grass is passing by. a few seconds of waiting and then I press the shutter button on the camera. I caught him, seconds were crucial at that moment.

He left as noiselessly in the golden yellow grass as he had appeared. the joy that I managed to deceive his sense of smell and to observe him only a few meters away is indescribable and was recorded in these photos. I hope to see him again, I hope ….

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The soul of the Northern Mountains