Ocupation: Author
Life: b. 1951
When I was young, I was a hunter, walking wooded hillsides with confident steps and a gun in my hand. I knew the blur of wings, the rocketing form, and the Great Moment that only hunters know, when all existence draws down to two points and a single line. And the universe holds it breath. And what may be and what will be meet and become one - before the echo returns to its source.
source: - Pete Dunne (1995). “Before the Echo: Essays on Nature”
Topics: Gun, Hunting, Hands, Single Line
