Going through images this quiet Sunday afternoon and found this one of Yellowstone wolves howling from the hill. It’s always amazed me over the years how a still image can evoke such sensory memory and emotion. I could immediately hear the howls echoing, feel the bite of the cold wind on my cheeks and hear the crunch of snow under my boots. I felt my heartbeat speed up and a sense of excitement building inside me, just glancing at this image. For a shining moment, I was transported back to that snowy, cold morning in Yellowstone photographing wolves in the wild.