Field note 01
In March 2016, the first cranes I ever photographed in the wild opened a door into another world — and awakened the instinct of the hunt.
Field note 02
In the Žuvintas marsh a strange, vibrating sound rings out — the “music” of the common snipe, made not with its voice but with its tail feathers.
Field note 03
In the meadows of Latvia, a marsh harrier flew in so close that, for the first time, I felt what it's like to watch a predator hunt up close.
