It’s an early, frosty morning in the Canadian Rockies
The world is still, the silence broken only by the crunch of frozen earth beneath the Wildlifers boots. A layer of white frost clings to the ground and coats every blade of grass as well as the towering trees that surround him.
Then, in a break in the trees, he spots her. A powerful shape, moving slowly through the field. Her thick fur is matted with frost, and as she pauses, her breath billows in the cold air. For a moment, the photographer simply watches, the camera in his hands. The bear is older now, perhaps a little slower, but still every bit the force of nature she has always been. He’s documented her life—each season, each change for 2 decades.
She moves again, slowly, deliberately, each step leaving a fresh print in the snow. The photographer raises his camera, his fingers steady despite the chill, capturing the quiet majesty of this ancient, untamed creature.
Eric Seemann is “ The Wildlifer”
It’s an early, frosty morning in the Canadian Rockies
The world is still, the silence broken only by the crunch of frozen earth beneath the Wildlifers boots. A layer of white frost clings to the ground and coats every blade of grass as well as the towering trees that surround him.
Then, in a break in the trees, he spots her. A powerful shape, moving slowly through the field. Her thick fur is matted with frost, and as she pauses, her breath billows in the cold air. For a moment, the photographer simply watches, the camera in his hands. The bear is older now, perhaps a little slower, but still every bit the force of nature she has always been. He’s documented her life—each season, each change for 2 decades.
She moves again, slowly, deliberately, each step leaving a fresh print in the snow. The photographer raises his camera, his fingers steady despite the chill, capturing the quiet majesty of this ancient, untamed creature.
Eric Seemann is “ The Wildlifer”
Eric Seemann is “ The Wildlifer”
