My journey into photography began with a restless pull toward the wild. I wanted to stand in places where the air felt alive and unpredictable, where animals still ruled the landscape. Wolves and moose drew me in more than any others — powerful, untamed creatures that once roamed freely across Colorado before fear and profit nearly erased them. I’ve often thought about how our own history with these animals is tangled with mistakes: relentless hunting, trapping, and poisoning that pushed wolves to the brink. By the time I was born, they had been wiped out across most of the Lower 48, surviving only in a remote corner of northern Minnesota. In 1978, the government finally admitted the damage, listing the gray wolf (Canis lupus) as