I have never been able to resist the siren call of the full moon. It pulls at me as if I am tethered to it by invisible strings.
It was minus 18 degrees Celsius the other night when I laced up my moccasins and entered the mystical world the moon had painted. There would be no need for artificial light on this hike.
I only walked a short distance before I came across the trail of an Algonquin Wolf. The photographs in this video were taken hand-held and as such are some-what fuzzy.
Consider yourself very lucky if you catch a glimpse of one of these intelligent mammals. I have had that very privilege several times in my life. They are very much like ghosts but they do leave tracks.
I love to follow in the tracks of the wolf, for he has a lot to teach those that want to learn the ways of the woods.