Africa and the Circle of Life
We’re driving with a spotter and
guide sporting a hefty rifle at the front of our patrol. There, ahead of us,
stand seven elephants bathing themselves at a watering hole. The click of my
camera fills the silence between their splashes of water. Staring in the faces
of these monstrous animals, I can hardly fathom their level of intelligence and
awareness. We clearly attracted the attention of one of the protective mothers
as she slowly moves toward us, ears flapping, feet stamping, a ‘mock’ charge.
More charge, less mock this time. Our driver turns on the engine and begins to
floor it backwards. This is not a joke. This elephant is wild. This elephant is
angry. Out here we are nothing but observers, exposed to the elements of the
natural world. My heart pounds with the excitement of the moment watching this
elephant chase after us like a mother scorned as her small offspring runs
through her legs unaware of the disturbance. In order that we no longer trouble
these normally gentle giants, we drive off into another region of the park.
Safe, until we round a corner upon a sleeping male lion. He lies undisturbed 15
feet from our vehicle in his shady resting place under a particularly leafy
bush. His huge paws bat off flies while his ears remain alert to any sudden
movements. We whisper about this killer, though he seems so innocent resting in
front of us that we could almost walk out and pat his golden mane. We photograph
him in his serenity. Nature is truly beautiful in the heat of the day when even
the most dangerous animals, “the Big Five” are rendered harmless by the
unforgiving sun. Later we run into the great rhinos of the park, shyer than small
children. One hides himself unsuccessfully behind a large bush while the other
stands head-on. Though they look like pudgy Pillsbury doughboys with horns, their
sheer bulk and armored appearance warn of their ability to cause damage to a
metal vehicle.