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David Yarrow's Best Photograph of a Wolf in a Wild West Saloon

David Yarrow's Best Photograph of a Wolf in a Wild West Saloon
The Wolf of Main Street by David Yarrow.
(Photograph: David Yarrow)

David Yarrow claims his best photograph was taken in a wild west saloon and it showed a wolf on the prowl.

Yarrow shares about the day he went to take his click of a lifetime, "I asked the barman if he minded me bringing a wolf into the bar. “What’ll he have?” he said." He was always drawn to the ghost towns; it was a "visceral pull" as he puts it. To him what evokes emotion is not growth or prosperity but abandonment and decay. He found his perfect place to click his perfect click in Virginia City in an abandoned mining town in Montana.

“It was the dead of winter in 2015 and snow was thick on the ground. We had been working all day on a couple of set pieces in temperatures of -20C with a large crew, a mountain lion, a wolf, and their trainers,” shares Yarrow explaining how a perfect shot in a project like what he speaks of might take a whole day. It was wrap up time for the crew and the light was fading, temperature dropping when he thought how about hitting the town bar to warm up with a restorative drink. Little did he know that this bar would make a perfect stage for his magnum opus. While he talks about his experience of the day his eyes would sparkle, “The bar was straight out of Pale Rider, exactly what you’d expect a wild west saloon to be. The barman, Rosie, had that world-weary look about him. There was a long wooden surface you could imagine glasses of beer sliding along, with a moose’s head and faded black and white photographs of the glory years on the walls. When I saw that late afternoon light catching the long bar, I realised I had to do this shot.” And so he did. They decided before that the mood be as if it is entirely normal to have a wolf in the bar crawling about the wooden surface. Rosie would pull beers, a customer would be reading a newspaper, someone would be playing at the pool-table. The wolf would be left on the wooden slab to approach the chicken fillets around Yarrows neck. And the lens would focus on the eyes of the wolf which would be sharper than the winter that evening. And it all happened, as reported by The Guardian.