If I’m known at all (probably not), it’s for my close-up and macro photos of flora and arthropods, let’s say, small things in general. In fact, up until now, I’ve always had great difficulties photographing anything bigger than a dragonfly… and even those I find challenging. However, this autumn, faced with the dreaded long, grey Apennine winter, devoid of my favourite subjects, I decided to branch out and try my hand at wildlife photography, in the warm-blooded sense. I soon realised it is, as they say, quite a different ball game. The actual photography side comes pretty naturally, it’s the fieldcraft and patience it takes to find the subjects, then get near enough for an even half-decent shot, that elude me. So far I’ve had less than no results, but I’ll keep on trying. In the meantime, I’ve had a bit of practice with some much less skittish life forms in the shape of a small herd of feral ponies that haunt the wooded foothills during the winter.