For two months, I wandered through fields and forests, following whispers of wings in the dark. Night after night, I searched — until finally, in the soft glow of twilight, there it was: a barn owl, silent and ethereal, perched like a ghost among the trees. In that fleeting moment, all the waiting, all the wandering, melted away. Through my lens, I captured not just a bird, but a memory of patience, hope, and the magic that only the wild can offer.
Photography by Yoan Izetov
This fine art print is available in a variety of sizes and premium, museum-quality finishes.
