As the sun began to rise, I lay in the frost-covered grass, patiently enduring the bitter cold. From a distance, I watched a deer approach, carefully framing the scene so that the sun would appear to rise from its antlers. In the sub-zero degree temperatures, the backlit sun illuminated the stag’s breath in a warm, ethereal glow—a surreal moment that lasted only a few fleeting minutes before the sun lifted above the horizon.