Always a pleasure Steve,
We both share this great appreciation of the wilderness and love for photography and I have always enjoyed following your work and drawing from your experiences.
And you are absolutely right, parking up and waiting almost always pays... Carl taught me patience. He also taught me to stop every now and then and listen to the sounds, they provide information about the life around us, some of it hidden or too far to see. The buzz of bees, the call of birds, a lion's roar, a jackal's call - the symphony of Mother Nature.
I might not always see and photograph wildlife during a game drive but always return home joyful, grateful and inspired by what I saw, having experienced a sense of awe and a certain feeling of smallness. Wish I could find better words to describe what it feels like, watching the golden soft light fade on an early afternoon in June or July, here in the reserve. When I return from work in the afternoons I always drive slowly, taking it all in, the sun goes down around 5 pm and the sky becomes purple, grasses turn pink and the earth has this magenta tinge...It's spectacular...and I would love to share this with you.
Back to your images, I am excited and so looking forward to see more. I bid you good night for now, and if I may, let me end my reply with a few lines from a Wordsworth poem:
...{Nature} can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgements, nor the needs of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our cheerful faith that all which we behold
Is full of blessings.
Lines written a few miles
above Tintern Abbey