…I’m not sure whether it’s the rush of the adrenaline in wildlife photography, or what, but this series of photographs are as close as I’ve ever gotten to stealing images from the wild and capturing a wealth of hidden drama…
These are candid photos, not posed at all, taken somewhat predatorily and approaching the prey directly and confrontationally as a purist street photographer would recommend. What transpired in the process was an act of seduction, a betrayal and a devilish beauty coming into her own moment with subtle abandon. The three slivers of male emotions emerging from delusional adoration, to reactionary sneer, and finally to overt chest-beating are what add depth and texture to the series. Although the poor chap (all in jest) was resigned to the loss, nevertheless the trusty old Nikon and the SB800 froze the heat of blood coursing through his veins, spiked with adrenaline fever racing his heart and crackling his synapses…
But Leonardo’s Mona Lisa needs to step aside next to the glint in this beauty’s eyes and the imperceptible curve of her Zen smile…
- I.A.T.
