Wild Wolves of the Taiga Forest Workshop Report September 2025

This year’s Wild Wolves of the Taiga Workshop promised something different from our usual Arctic expeditions (Read our Trip Reports). In northern Finland, near the Russian border, we sought not polar bears against ice or penguins against snow, but wolves in the dense, shadowed Boreal forests of the north. Alongside them, the mighty brown bear, an apex predator in its own right, roamed this land of lakes, moss, and towering spruce. There is a quietness and tranquillity that hangs in the air in this part of northern Finland, different from the austere, white silence of the polar regions. The forest in this part of Finland is thick with life, an ancient hush, the breath of a primordial forest older than memory. This is a forest that still feels untouched by humans, where wild animals roam, and it is the perfect place to photograph wolves and bears.

The small group of photographers who joined us this year were seasoned travellers and photographers, each hungry for Nature and that blend of patience, anticipation, and wild reward that defines this craft of Wildlife photography. Our base for this workshop was rustic, yet comfortable. A series of wooden lodges tucked into the forest edge by the side of a beautiful lake. After long sessions in the hides, it was a pleasure to return to the lodge, to peel off warm layers, and share a drink and stories into the evening.

Most afternoons began the same. After an early lunch, we packed our gear, prepared thermoses of coffee, and made our way quietly into the forest. The hides are simple wooden structures, each carefully chosen with background in mind, and each with narrow viewing slits just wide enough for a lens and viewing. The hides are not heated, but this time of year, the temperatures have not yet dropped below freezing, and a few warm layers are all that is required to stay comfortable during a hide session. Many of the hides have additional low-angle viewing and photography ports that allow for low-angle shooting at eye level (a preference of mine whenever possible).

From early afternoon until the fall of night, we sat in silence, our cameras ready, long glass poised—500mm and 600mm lenses dominating the lineup at most of the hide locations, with shorter lenses preferred at the lake hides. Typically, wolves are notoriously shy and long lenses are usually chosen to capture images as they move through the Autumn grasses. Patience is the lifeblood of hide photography. Hours pass with only the sound of wind in the branches or the distant call of a raven. Yet within that stillness, a strange transformation occurs: one begins to hear the forest’s subtler voice, and in those moments, we come closer to Nature. It is a reminder that as Nature photographers we should define the success of our day by how we interact with our environment more so than the success of an individual photograph.

The sun never gets truly high in the sky this far north in Finland at this time of year, and days are frequently overcast, providing a natural softbox of light for the wildlife. Autumn colours were also at their peak the week of our workshop, providing the ideal backdrop to photograph both the wolves and bears. It was on the first evening that we saw our first wolf. At first, it was only a shape, an outline moving low among the yellow grasses. Then, slowly, a wolf emerged. Its presence was electric. In the silence, every photographer held their breath. The wolf paused, ears high, eyes alert, framed by the Autumn forest and the soft yellow grasses. These are the moments we live for as wildlife photographers.

In that moment, the forest was no longer merely a backdrop. It was alive, primordial, a cathedral of colour in which this animal was both priest and ghost. The wolf lingered only a minute, perhaps two, before slipping back into shadow. But it was enough. That encounter imprinted itself on all of us, and we thirsted for me. As fate would have it, we would not have to wait long before a second wolf would grace the stage in front of our cameras.

If the wolf is shadow and mystery, the bear is weight and presence. Several evenings, we were graced by the appearance of European brown bears, their hulking frames pushing through the underbrush. The approach of a bear is almost never heard. Their giant weight is carried on huge paws that enable them to tread silently through the forest. This time of the year, the bears are preparing to hibernate and are at their fattest and most hulking.

Photographing them required equal patience and speed. Bears often moved with surprising silence, and when they appeared, it was crucial to react quickly. The 500mm and 600mm lenses gave us reach, isolating the animals against the soft tapestry of forest and mist. At one point, three young bears appeared by one of the lake hides. The young bears were cautious, climbing a nearby tree while foraging on the lake shore. The scene was tender, primal, and moving. To witness such a moment—protective, raw, and timeless—was worth every hour of waiting.

Although the hides were positioned in known territories for wolves, bears, and wolverines, we did not see the latter this year. Wolverines are elusive at the best of times, shadows within shadows, and their absence reminded us of the unpredictability of true wilderness. Some may count it as disappointment. I do not. For me, the wolverine’s absence underscores the authenticity of the experience. This is not a zoo. It is not staged. The forest offers what it will, and we come not with demands but with reverence and thanks for every encounter.

If the wolves and bears were our subjects, then the forest itself was our stage and sometimes, our main character. There were evenings when the mist rolled in, making it seem as though the trees were floating islands, suspended in an ocean of pale grey. In such moments, even without wildlife, there was profound beauty. At other times, the golden light of late afternoon filtered through the canopy, igniting the grasses with a fiery brilliance. To photograph a wolf or bear in such light was almost transcendent—the animal bathed in an atmosphere that seemed half-real, half-myth.

This interplay between animal and environment is where authentic wildlife photography resides, not in the portrait alone, but in the story of creature and place, bound together by light and moment. Background is critical to the simplicity, but must also tell the story of the environment. No one wants a photograph that looks like it was taken in the zoo. Hide photography is not glamorous. It is hours of stillness, cramped legs, whispers, and waiting. Yet it is in this waiting that something rare is found: a kind of meditation. The modern world rarely allows us to sit for four, five, or six hours with no distractions, no noise, but only the wind and the beating of our own heart. In the hide, time stretches. Senses sharpen in anticipation. When the wildlife does appear, the scene comes alive.

The variety of photographs captured on this workshop is always astonishing. Some photographers pursue close portraits with their 600mm primes, filling the frame with piercing eyes and powerful musculature. Others leaned into wider perspectives, showing animals as small figures dwarfed by the immensity of the forest. Both approaches spoke to the diversity of vision that such a place inspires. Running two cameras in an environment such as this is often a good idea, as it can significantly enhance diversity in a portfolio. For me personally, one frame lingers. A wolf, mid-step, crossing a clearing as fog draped around the forest floor. The background is a soft blur of spruce, with a muted palette of greens and greys. Minimal. Poetic. A distillation of the primal soul of this land.

The 2025 Wild Wolves of the Taiga Workshop reaffirmed something I hold dear: Wildlife photography is not only about animals. It is about the connection between us and Nature, between patience and reward, between what is seen and what is deeply felt. The Taiga forest, vast and breathing, reminded us that wilderness is both fragile and unyielding. There are only a few places left on this earth that still feel untouched by man, and that makes this part of Finland exceptionally special. We are returning again next year 2026, and 2027 to this magical forest realm for the Wolves and Bears, and full details are now available on the website at www.jholko.com/workshops. Please contact me for any details.

As some of you may be aware, I was also working on a new short film project during this visit to the Taiga forest in Finland with my good friend Chris Nemes from White Space Films. We wrapped filming earlier this month (September) and hope to release the film before Christmas this year, 2025. This short film is a journey into the mind of what it takes to produce a great wildlife photograph. Teaser poster below:

WNPP Episode 131 Book Review Birds in Iceland by Daniel Bergmann

I have just published episode 131 of my Wild Nature Photography Podcast. In this episode, I review Daniel Bergmann’s wonderful new book ‘Birds in Iceland – A Visual Journey‘. In case you want to skip the podcast (you shouldn’t), I will give you the short of it – Buy it. It is a fabulous example of how a photographic book should be approached, designed and executed. Even more importantly, it’s a visual journey of more than twenty years of outstanding bird photography by Iceland’s leading bird photographer. This book transcends mere documentation and gives us wonderful insights into the genius of a master bird photographer.

Natural Landscape Photography Awards Finalist 2025

This month (September 2025), the winners will be announced in the 2025 Natural Landscape Photography Awards. This is a competition I have not entered before, but was prompted (with some effort on his behalf) to do so by one of my Australian colleagues. Initially somewhat suspicious (so many of these competitions are nothing more than money-grabbing opportunities for the organisers), I gulped down my reservations and read with increasing interest that this competition is strictly ‘as-shot’ without allowing significant post-production. While many competitions espouse this virtue, it has been my experience that when push comes to shove, most simply don’t care and don’t even bother to check the entrants’ RAW files. This competition felt different, or perhaps more aptly, it felt authentic in its ideology, so I decided to enter a few of my favourite landscape photographs and was very pleased to receive the news that all of them have made the finals! Over 11,000 photographs were entered into the competition, so I am very thrilled to have made the final round of judging. More to come once the winners are announced later this month.

Chasing Burning Shadows – Iberian Lynx Scouting Trip Report August 2025

In late August 2025, I was invited to Spain by my friend Craig from Canon Rumours to try to photograph the rare and endangered Iberian Lynx. When the invitation arrived, despite knowing embarrassingly little about the Iberian Lynx, I did not have to think long. A chance to photograph one of the world’s most endangered cats? I was in.

When I boarded the flight from Stockholm to Madrid, I knew two things: Summer in Spain is brutally hot and that the Iberian Lynx, one of the rarest wild cats on the planet, would prove a serious photographic challenge. As a photographer drawn to clean, monochromatic Polar palettes, the thought of sitting in dusty hides in circa 40 °C heat was not exactly thrilling. Still, the opportunity to capture this rare feline in its mysterious, sun-baked territory outweighed almost every misgiving. I took a deep breath and plunged into the heat….

The heat hit me like a sledgehammer the moment I stepped off the plane in Spain. A visceral wave of silent oppressive heat —immobile, thick and heavy. The summer heat of Spain is a different kind of quiet from the cryogenic Arctic silence I’m so used to. The hides we would use to try and photograph the Iberian Lynx are located roughly two hours’ drive from Madrid, so after picking up a rental car, we made our way through Spanish traffic in the witching hour to our remote countryside hotel. 

On our first visit to the Mediterranean scrubland, we were greeted by a dusty yellow and ochre savanna of golden grasses and parched scrubland. I knew, from the monochromatic environment, that there was fantastic potential to make a great photograph. The ever-present question was whether the Lynx would show itself? These are knife-edge moments for a wildlife photographer. Recognising the potential for a great photograph which fate then fails to deliver is far more painful than failing to ever see the opportunity in the first place.

Once on location in the first hide, I was struck by how the simple palette resonated with me: ochres, muted ambers, and sandy yellow browns. Though far from the polar monotones I love, this warmth held its own poetry. The canvas spoke of simplicity, a pared-back approach to composition focused on form, light, and the delicate tension of a wild cat’s movement in a monochromatic environment.

Over the next several days and nights, I found myself trapped in a hazy, hot loop of the good, the bad, and the ugly:
• The Good: Quiet cool mornings when a Lynx would gently pad into frame mid-stride. I’d catch that ghost-like elegance in the yellow light, the quiet puff of dust beneath its paws, eyes locked on something off-scene. Those frames, where all the elements converged—Lynx, environment, light—are, for me, the essence of pure wildlife photography. These moments don’t just create photos; they are narrative fragments of a moment impossible to stage.
• The Bad: That infernal heat. The hide, far from insulated (and without air-conditioning), became a furnace by midday. My skin glistened with a sheen of sweat; my gear felt hotter than freshly forged steel. I wondered, not for the first time, if my love for Arctic minimalism made me a masochist in deserts. I learned quickly to guard against overheating and to keep water nearby, yet the scent of dust and sun-baked earth permeated everything.
• The Ugly: The waiting (in combination with the heat) was often brutal. For every brief, but sublime encounter, there were hours of nothing. Empty frames. Moments when I thought I’d made a mistake, dragging a heat-stricken body into a setting so foreign. But then, a whispered movement, a ghost emerging from the heat haze and scrub at the edge of the long lens, and all doubts evaporated.

As the heat roiled and baked the landscape into silence. I was dozing in a stupor of dehydration and sweat when I saw a Lynx approaching the watering hole: I lifted the camera as a juvenile Lynx, golden-spotted, ghosted through the frame. Its stride kicked up a whisper of dust, matching the dry hues of the ground. In that split second, everything came alive, and I arrived at my destination.

The animal paused, ears perked, body taut, before pausing to drink. I reviewed the frame on the back of the camera, and felt the familiar – yet rare – click of alignment: subject, environment, dynamics, story. It was that single mid-stride shot that would later feature as my Photograph of the Month for September: the monochromatic palette, the poised motion, the swirl of dust embodying primal drama.   

What struck me most was how much this experience echoed my love for the polar environment, despite being so juxtaposed. In both cases, simplicity reigns. The Iberian landscape, in its parched austerity, offers the same clarity of tone I see in snow: minimal distractions, a palette narrowed, subtle tonal relationships bold yet understated. The Lynx, defined sharply against the sombre background, becomes a living shape, a typographic form in motion.

The muted yellows and browns required that I look for contrast not in colour but in texture and light. The yellow and oranges of the dust, the ridges of dried grasses, the Lynx’s fur catching the slanting sun—these become the tools to create something magical. The challenge was to stay patient and observant, to wait for that perfect convergence. Moments with the Lynx in front of the camera are fleeting and rare. A 5-hour hide session may result in just a few seconds with a Lynx as it passes by, or pauses at the watering hole to drink, or it may result in nothing more than lost sweat and patience in the oppressive heat.

This trip reaffirmed something I often say: that wildlife photography, at its core, is simplicity and emotion. It is about telling a story without clutter—just animal and environment, moment and mood. Here, the Iberian Lynx told its story in pauses, in dust kicking beneath silent paws in the harsh Spanish summer environment. It was not explosive behaviours—but rather subtle, refined, ghostly poetry. Of course, the opportunity for dramatic behaviour is always there, but this requires serendipity, and with just three full days in the hides, the odds were not stacked in our favour to witness or capture dramatic interactions. We came close, one afternoon, when seven Lynx approached the hide simultaneously from the scrub only to have one of them suddenly spook and within a flash all seven vanished into the haze and dust not to be seen again. These are the trials and tribulations of being a wildlife photographer. Sometimes the most potent and evocative shot is snatched from your grasp when you can almost taste it. Yet that’s wildlife photography. Joy and frustration, woven together. And when nature finally offers a glimpse—however fleeting—it feels earned and profound.

I’m grateful I pushed through the summer discomfort. This trip was not just about ticking a species off a list; it was about learning the language of a new landscape, discovering a different form of beauty, and testing myself outside my comfort zone. It was also about determining the best time to visit and how the experience could be improved for future visits and workshops. The primary reason I have consistently advocated for scouting trips like this is to identify potential problems or issues and resolve them before an organised trip.

Encountering and photographing the Iberian Lynx has left an imprint. It’s a reminder that wildlife photography is both about what you endure—and what you learn to see. In the dust we often call ugly, there lies possibility. In the patience we endure, there lies a reward.

To those who ask if I’d sit in a hide at 40 °C for these photos: yes—because when that Lynx steps into frame, all the heat, all the waiting, all the effort fades. What remains is the photograph, and afterwards, the memory it carries. We also have to remind ourselves that it is the journey that matters and that the destination only arrives when the hard work is accomplished.

Will I return to Spain? The answer is ‘Yes’ – but on very different terms. Or, better said, on terms I can dictate and where I can ensure the right experience for all. If you have listened to my recent podcast (number 130) on this experience, then you already know the issues I had with this particular trip. However, I have been discussing and working through these problems in detail with the owners, and we are planning to run a future trip where we (Wild Nature Photo Travel) will take over the entire hides for a period of five days in December. This time of year is renowned for having the most Lynx activity, as the young Lynx are being kicked out by their parents. Additionally, the Lynx are in their thicker winter coat and at their most photogenic. Perhaps best of all, temperatures are far more temperate. With a complete takeover of the hides on the cards for a completely private experience, we know we can offer the best possible experience. We will have more details soon (and you can reach out if you wish to pre-register). Until then, the experience and memory of Spain serves as a not-so-gentle reminder that sometimes we need to suffer for art – so that our art can suffer for us.