In my days of wandering in countless nomadic adventures, I came across different forms of life. Some have stuck in the landscapes of my mind, and other have been forgotten. Hunter was one that left an impression. I remember the first time I saw him while on one of my daily walks by the river. He rose out of the murky water at dusk and ate insects. He looked around cautiously so as not to be seen. Then he disappeared, back into the river, not to be seen again. From time to time I would lurk in the shadows to try a catch a glimpse of Hunter again, but my luck has run out. I didn’t ever see him again. The only images that I have of him live in my sketch book, until now.