Finally, snow has fallen and ice is forming. I head out with my camera and improvised accessories in
search of what nature has crafted on this day. Among hundreds of thousands of small icicles, the one
stands out to me, the one with the most esthetic form which resembles me to a wild panther in the run.
Just like a hunter would, I find the best angle between a hundred other icicles and slowly approach as
close as I can get. Despite the cold, sharp wind, I steady my breath, slow my heart rate and frame my
subject. Now, upon the next exhale, I hold my breath and between heartbeats I take the shot. Just a few
moments later, my panther is gone, she curls up and dissolves back into water.
