I’ve been having safari withdrawals. I’ve been stalking the cat around the flat pretending he’s a lion on the Serengeti, but it’s not quite the same…
A couple. A woman, leading a blind man. She looks tired, rumpled – a little bit undone. I wonder if he knows. If in his head she is the most beautiful woman in the world, that they are glorious in the morning sun, parading down platform 3 arm in arm. Because she is, because they are.
Image: Love is a Tango by Catrin Welz-Stein.
Earlier this year we went to Africa, and I’m finally getting round to sorting through the thousands of photos I took. Like these ones. We’d stopped in the picnic area of Tangerie National Park in Tanzania. It was on top of a hill and looking out over the plane there were hundreds of elephants. As we were eating a little squirrel darted around our feet looking for crumbs, and we could hear squawks and rustling in the nearby bushes. After lunch I wandered over to the source of the commotion. Monkeys! I ducked under the branches and while they watched me warily at first, they kept on with what they were doing, and they didn’t seem to mind the shutter sound on the camera either. I felt all David Attenborough-y.
And … the squirrel!