Several years ago, walking in the park with my lab, Max, I found an antler drop. It was the first one I ever found. I remember staring at it for what felt like hours and then holding it, turning it, feeling it. I felt the points. I felt the roughness of where the antler detached. I felt how the bone it is made of carries the balance of both smooth and rough texture. I felt the strength of the antler and knew how it was unquestionable. It’s just such a magnificent piece of nature that I was gifted to find.
It carries special memories for me b/c I found it with Max. I decided to spend some time with it behind the lens to pull out the essence of the antler from my point of view.
I hope you enjoy the photographs.
Greg
