Photographing rhino, in my amateur experience, can be a challenge. Mostly the problem is finding them in the first place, and when you do see them they tend to be just standing around, galumphing great hulks, or snoozing in the shade of a tree, where the light is awful. If you’re a pro, you wait for the right moment – and waiting can mean a long, long time, before something interesting happens. When you’re not a pro, just someone like me, you’re either driving, with limited time at your disposal, or you’re on a game drive, which means someone else […]
As I have mentioned, there are crocs enough in the St Lucia Wetlands to form a walkway across the water, Crocodile Dundee-style, should anyone want to make so bold. Or be so foolish. But these images are not from the wild, they are from the Crocodile Centre located in the reserve, instead. We were lucky enough to come across one female, in a state of suspension, trance-like, humped over a shallow hole she had dredged in the sand, and watch as her body periodically arched, while she dropped into the hole one soft, glistening crocodile egg after another.
One of the things about St Lucia that makes things a little tricky for the photographer is the vegetation – dense, lush, green, all too often in the way of a clear shot, especially for the traveling amateur or tourist who does not have the luxury of lying in wait, sometimes for days or weeks, to make that definitive image. These images are definitely ‘seconds’, not the first quality – but I share them because of the moments they capture: a giraffe, with an ox-pecker or tick bird over one eye, a clutch of zebra resting on one another’s rumps, […]
This young kudu bull, posing beside a tree in the St Lucia Marine Park, seemed almost coquettish as he looked at me looking at him through the lens of my camera. [In the original version of this post I made the embarrassing error of referring to the bull as female – I fear the coquettishness had me tied up in knots!]
We have for today only one offering, photographically speaking: a tongue-in-cheek image of Table Mountain, masked by a garage forecourt – the city undisturbed by and unaware of its extraordinarily beautiful and majestic natural surroundings. The image may mildly amuse you, or it may leave you stone cold – I offer it merely as a pictorial token of life’s little ironies. For friends and family, all well on the home front here, and on the work front too. Oh, and we are booked to fly back to Canada via London on the 20th of April, for a two week visit […]
I’ll leave it to Rob to write about burst pipes in the deep freeze of a Toronto winter, and the generosity and kindness of neighbours and friends (Andrew, Jackie, Boyd, you know who you are). Instead, a word simply to note our brief escape from the city, here on the other side of the planet, for a night away, with dinner and breakfast, at The Cradle Hotel and Restaurant in the Magaliesberg. Accommodations, in a beautifully designed and modern, minimalist log cabin, were excellent; dinner gained mixed reviews (we suspect it was a skeleton staff for the holidays, and whoever […]
I took a nasty fall, last month when we were in Clarens – my heel flew off the wet iron edging to a step in the paving, and I landed heavily, one hand up in the air still clutching a jar of cherry jam I’d bought, and the other trying to break my descent. I had the Leica – fortunately in a protective pouch, as it was drizzling – on my belt, on the side on which I fell, and it was only when I sought to check the camera, some hours later, that I realised it wouldn’t start up […]
We saw, as the saying goes, more rhinos on the day we spent in the Pilanesberg with Mike and Karen Thompson than you could shake a stick at. Not that I would want to shake a stick at a rhino, assuming I had one. We saw these beauties on our way out of the reserve, after a day of wildlife spotting, across the river and far away, and then as the dirt road climbed the hill there they were, peacefully chomping, close enough to… Well, anyway, here they are then: four images of the Pilanesberg rhino.
After Clarens, and much wining and dining back in Johannesburg, Rob and I drove Mike and Karen, Hayley’s parents, to Pilanesberg, for a day of game watching and conversation and getting-to-know-each-other-better. We had a simply lovely time together, with two wonderful people. At the very beginning of our game drive, on the far bank of the first dam, we came across this pair of male impala, duelling for dominance, while a harem of females browsed unconcernedly nearby. The ground was arid, a dull sandy orange, much the same colour as the animals; the light was flat and the action was […]