My BIL is a wildlife photographer. One day he went into his favorite area to photograph the local Bison. He was as quiet as he could be moved into the terrain slowly and stopped every few minutes so as not to spook the animals. Only to be suddenly berated angrily that he was spoiling the shot... another, far more experienced wildlife photographer had been lying in wait there for days knowing the bison would have to head his way. In spite of that bad introduction they became fast friends. Wołkow has since died, he was one of a kind. I spent a night with him just looking at some of his slides, he found so much beauty.

This reads like a poem