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He pressed the shutter. Click.

His guide, a weathered woman named Yelena who smelled of woodsmoke and knew these woods like her own wrinkles, pointed a gnarled finger. “The Valley of the Bare Hills is two days that way,” she said. “But the spirits don’t like to be photographed. You’ll have to earn it.” Enature Images Series 1 Russianbare

Then, as if dismissed, the great bears turned and melted back into the bruised-black forest. He pressed the shutter