A picture taken at the end of last year in the Netherlands. Just as I finished a nice portrait shot of a young male boar my card was full. I stood there fiddling with the card to remove some of the non-sense images to follow this guy further and perhaps get his good side once more.

As I stood there I heard the rustling in the leaves. I figured 'my guy' wasn't going to wait for me and was walking on. Not looking directly in front of me, but just over the brim of the camera while I was fiddling with it, I saw he was still standing there. He gave a teeth chatter and ran off with the speed of lightning (you could FEEL him leaving!). As I slowly turned my head up and sideways to see what had scared it I caught a glimpse of it in the distance. A HUGE black boar. Right in between the trees, staring at me. I took a couple of good steps back before getting my mind together and took a shot of it peering at me from between the trees. Knowing I meant him no harm, (seriously, what damage could I do to this Lord with a Canon camera?!) It walked off.

I felt humbled... touched.. shaken.. This beast was bigger than anything I've ever seen, and if trees could move, they'd be stepping aside for this animal!

It felt like time stood still for a while, and everything aside from me and that boar just fell away. One of the most stunning things I've seen so far. Looking back at this picture you can figure why male boars are called 'bears'.