Early Spring on the shores of ice-covered Yellowstone lake. We saw each other at the same time, then he started walking toward me. He stopped at a few yards and turned around. Then repeated, unsure of which way to go. (It later became apparent he wanted to cross into a meadow and I was in the way.) In his walking away segments I was able to aim my camera with a reasonably steady hand; when walking toward me… hmm… that’s strange… I can’t seem to find those photos… :)