Blessed
After a long but wonderful day at Yellowstone, I decided to head back to the hotel for dinner. The sun had set and the light was rapidly fading. On the way down from Mount Washburn, a black shape flashed across the road ahead.
My brain short-circuited in the excitement of having seen my first wolf and I could barely remember how to stop the car and roll down the window (I did at least scan for traffic behind me first). The wolf had disappeared behind the hill so I wasn't going to get any pictures.
To my surprise the wolf popped up for a few seconds at the top of the ridge, pausing just long enough for a few pictures before it disappeared into the encroaching darkness. I missed the focus a bit and the exposure a lot, but it's still one of my favorite pictures.