Tina Bell Vance

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Mink

A young mink, bright-eyed and inquisitive, peers through a curtain of wildflowers. Its sleek, dark fur blends into the shadowy greens and yellows of the grass, like a half-hidden secret of the meadow, alive and eager. The daisies, whispering secrets to the wind, barely brush against the mink’s nose, which twitches at the scent of possibilities, or perhaps the memory of something wilder and untamed just beyond.

Photographs — Mink

A young mink, bright-eyed and inquisitive, peers through a curtain of wildflowers. Its sleek, dark fur blends into the shadowy greens and yellows of the grass, like a half-hidden secret of the meadow, alive and eager. The daisies, whispering secrets to the wind, barely brush against the mink’s nose, which twitches at the scent of possibilities, or perhaps the memory of something wilder and untamed just beyond.