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He emerges from whiteness—white feathers against white sky—a ghost made real only by yellow eyes and subtle form. This male snowy flies directly toward the lens, wings stretched gracefully overhead. What remains is essence: the body in flight, the face in perfect focus, the eyes that see everything. It's less a photograph of an owl and more a distillation of one.
He emerges from whiteness—white feathers against white sky—a ghost made real only by yellow eyes and subtle form. This male snowy flies directly toward the lens, wings stretched gracefully overhead. What remains is essence: the body in flight, the face in perfect focus, the eyes that see everything. It's less a photograph of an owl and more a distillation of one.