Deep in the trees and wilderness of Hartley Bay sat Paul Nicklen looking out, peacefully watching the salmon migrate up the stream. Their grey speckled bodies flopping this way and that out of the water. He found them alluring to watch, repeatedly trying to jump up the stream without falling down to the bottom and having to start all over again. Paul admired their perseverance, how they never went down without a fight.
That’s what he needed, perseverance he couldn’t let the government come in and take this land, only to make it an oil pipeline and ruin the lives of not only the people, but the wildlife living here. He wouldn’t stop fighting, not before showing the government what they are trying to destroy. He has the opportunity to make a …show more content…
Marvin turned and started to walk down the path. Paul stared after him unsure of what to do next. Tomorrow he was going to find the Spirit Bear!
Paul couldn’t sleep that night. His brain wouldn’t shut up, from thinking about the different types of pictures he wanted to capture, imagining what the white black bear would look like, to coming to the realization that Marvin never spoke of a time or place to meet him. In all Paul’s photography career, not once has he been so nervous. So much pressure came with tomorrow, if he couldn’t snap a picture of the Spirit Bear, Hartley Bay could be in real danger and he would be to blame for driving over 100 people out of their homes.
At some point during the night Paul must have fallen asleep because, before he knew what was happening, there was a knock on his door, he glanced at the clock, 6:03 am. Too early to be doing anything as productive as this, thought Paul. He answered the door and in stepped Martin, freshly showered and looked like he had been up for hours. Paul yawned “Hey Marvin, let me just grab my camera bag and I’ll be ready” he said while disappearing into the kitchen where his brown leather bag lay on the dining …show more content…
Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes seemed like hours. Paul’s legs were starting to cramp, having been in the same position all morning. He couldn’t believe how Marvin looked so comfortable, like he could lay there all day. Then, at that moment there was a rustle in the tree line. Paul froze, all pain in his legs was gone and replaced with excitement. This could be it; this could be the Spirit Bear! Paul looked over at Marvin who was now sitting up, trying to get a better look. Marvin reached out his arm and pointed. Following Marvin’s arm with his eyes, Paul looked over across the lake. And sure enough there it was, in all it’s beauty the Spirit Bear. Paul couldn’t take out his camera fast enough. All thought of the pictures he had planned went out the window. He just snapped. Paul stopped for a moment and looked over at Marvin, “Thank you.” He mouthed, smiling. This sighting of the white black bear, would let the government see what they are trying to destroy. These photographs will save the land, the people and the
That’s what he needed, perseverance he couldn’t let the government come in and take this land, only to make it an oil pipeline and ruin the lives of not only the people, but the wildlife living here. He wouldn’t stop fighting, not before showing the government what they are trying to destroy. He has the opportunity to make a …show more content…
Marvin turned and started to walk down the path. Paul stared after him unsure of what to do next. Tomorrow he was going to find the Spirit Bear!
Paul couldn’t sleep that night. His brain wouldn’t shut up, from thinking about the different types of pictures he wanted to capture, imagining what the white black bear would look like, to coming to the realization that Marvin never spoke of a time or place to meet him. In all Paul’s photography career, not once has he been so nervous. So much pressure came with tomorrow, if he couldn’t snap a picture of the Spirit Bear, Hartley Bay could be in real danger and he would be to blame for driving over 100 people out of their homes.
At some point during the night Paul must have fallen asleep because, before he knew what was happening, there was a knock on his door, he glanced at the clock, 6:03 am. Too early to be doing anything as productive as this, thought Paul. He answered the door and in stepped Martin, freshly showered and looked like he had been up for hours. Paul yawned “Hey Marvin, let me just grab my camera bag and I’ll be ready” he said while disappearing into the kitchen where his brown leather bag lay on the dining …show more content…
Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes seemed like hours. Paul’s legs were starting to cramp, having been in the same position all morning. He couldn’t believe how Marvin looked so comfortable, like he could lay there all day. Then, at that moment there was a rustle in the tree line. Paul froze, all pain in his legs was gone and replaced with excitement. This could be it; this could be the Spirit Bear! Paul looked over at Marvin who was now sitting up, trying to get a better look. Marvin reached out his arm and pointed. Following Marvin’s arm with his eyes, Paul looked over across the lake. And sure enough there it was, in all it’s beauty the Spirit Bear. Paul couldn’t take out his camera fast enough. All thought of the pictures he had planned went out the window. He just snapped. Paul stopped for a moment and looked over at Marvin, “Thank you.” He mouthed, smiling. This sighting of the white black bear, would let the government see what they are trying to destroy. These photographs will save the land, the people and the