Kruger National Park.
The beauty of this place is that it is as it was. It's one of the few places left on earth that hasn't been torn down and remodelled by the foot of mankind. Nature has been allowed to work it's own magic. To feed it's own body, take it's own course. It has been allowed to swell, to falter, to grow and move at it's own pace without the interruptions of big city noises, a beauty which feels so fragile it could shatter at a too loud word, yet with the resilience and elasticity of the animal kingdom. Planet earth cleared a path for all this life. For once, we haven't put up a roadblock and tried to do construction. For once, undisturbed existence has been allowed to thrive, and it's exquisite.
The best time is at sunset, when the world turns into a silhouette, a shadow and a whole thing all at once. The shades of yellow, orange, pink and white, blended together in a show stopping array too perfect to be teased by the distractions of the rest of the landscape. As we drove past in our guided vehicle, I traced out the blotted figures with my hands, and trees came to life, their every detail blended into a two dimensional figure. If you looked away for one second, the picture would have changed, so you had to keep your eyes on the sun as it dropped like a stone.
It's sights like these that are meant to be enjoyed for more than a split second, but I'll take what I can get.
Elephants have always been one of my favourite animals. I find myself drawn to them, wherever I am. At home, my napkin holder is shaped like one. A couple weeks ago, I bought a traditional elephant painting. I was finding it very hard to resist the little ivory elephant at the Victoria Market in Durban. No matter what beautiful things are created in the shape of theses creatures, nothing will ever compare to the real thing. Relaxed, regal, lined skin telling a story of existence. They instilled a sense of peace in my subconscious. I wasn't afraid of them and they certainly weren't afraid of me.
The Big Five of the animal kingdom. The absolute most vicious and difficult to pursue of all the hunted. In three days, they found us, one by one. We felt vey special.
And now, a montage for your viewing pleasure!
Morning walk in the bush
Mopani Rest Camp
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| Mopani (or butterfly) tree's that surround the camp |
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| Their name comes from the resemblance the leaves bear to our favourite fluttery little insects |
Beautiful animals
Enjoy!
Holly
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