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Set slightly apart from the rest, this coo stood alone in a pocket of calm. One side held by the deep shadow of the forest, the other softened by a scatter of wildflowers catching the last movement of air.
Just minutes earlier, the scene couldn’t have been more different. We’d caught a flash of movement as it charged across the road, hooves pounding, energy everywhere. We followed instinctively, cameras up, chasing the moment as it unfolded too fast to hold.
And then, suddenly, this.
Still. Grounded. Almost ceremonial.
As if it had chosen this place to pause.
There was a quiet authority in its presence, a feeling that it wasn’t part of the chaos at all, but simply observing it. A witness to shifting light, passing clouds, and the slow, unhurried rhythm of the land.
Photography has a way of teaching restraint. You can spend hours chasing motion, only to realise the moment that stays with you is the one that waits patiently to be noticed.
Photo by: Bradley Basten
THE WORK
Set slightly apart from the rest, this coo stood alone in a pocket of calm. One side held by the deep shadow of the forest, the other softened by a scatter of wildflowers catching the last movement of air.
Just minutes earlier, the scene couldn’t have been more different. We’d caught a flash of movement as it charged across the road, hooves pounding, energy everywhere. We followed instinctively, cameras up, chasing the moment as it unfolded too fast to hold.
And then, suddenly, this.
Still. Grounded. Almost ceremonial.
As if it had chosen this place to pause.
There was a quiet authority in its presence, a feeling that it wasn’t part of the chaos at all, but simply observing it. A witness to shifting light, passing clouds, and the slow, unhurried rhythm of the land.
Photography has a way of teaching restraint. You can spend hours chasing motion, only to realise the moment that stays with you is the one that waits patiently to be noticed.
Photo by: Bradley Basten
THE WORK
THE WORK
Set slightly apart from the rest, this coo stood alone in a pocket of calm. One side held by the deep shadow of the forest, the other softened by a scatter of wildflowers catching the last movement of air.
Just minutes earlier, the scene couldn’t have been more different. We’d caught a flash of movement as it charged across the road, hooves pounding, energy everywhere. We followed instinctively, cameras up, chasing the moment as it unfolded too fast to hold.
And then, suddenly, this.
Still. Grounded. Almost ceremonial.
As if it had chosen this place to pause.
There was a quiet authority in its presence, a feeling that it wasn’t part of the chaos at all, but simply observing it. A witness to shifting light, passing clouds, and the slow, unhurried rhythm of the land.
Photography has a way of teaching restraint. You can spend hours chasing motion, only to realise the moment that stays with you is the one that waits patiently to be noticed.
Photo by: Bradley Basten
THE EDITION
SIGNED & NUMBERED
Edition of 30 per size.
ARCHIVAL PRODUCTION
Fine-art photographic print.
FRAMED OR UNFRAMED
Available as print only or framed.
CERTIFICATE OF AUTHENTICITY
Included with every artwork.
DESIGNED FOR CONSIDERED SPACES
See how artwork could live within your space. Shown here to give a sense of scale, composition and presence
Falls
Rolling
Paris
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