Alive. Humbled. Two words for Wyoming. I went west with a camera to film the land, the people, and the experience of keeganm.bruner ‘s once-in-a-lifetime tag. It’s country where the sky stretches for miles before it finally collides with the mountains, and the sage gives way to river bottoms and willows. Those willows held more than the animals we were after. They held emotion, the ups and downs of the hunt, and memories. The mornings began behind the glass. Wind that never quit. The sun slowly creeping over the mountains, warming our backs. Elk bugling nonstop, and a parade below us: mule deer, pronghorn, moose, coyotes, whitetail and elk. Thunderstorms rolled in over the mountains, and we sprinted into them to reach the river bottom, hearts pounding. On day three, a full double rainbow arched over a valley, as if the place wanted us to know it wasn’t done yet. Behind a lens, you become task-saturated. Focus, composition, frame rates, exposure, the next shot, and usually the ...