I grab my flashlight and shoot the beam towards the coals of the fire. Two dog-like mottled shapes. Four electrified eyes.
Today is the day we got to add "frightened" to that long and otherwise completely happy and excited list of emotions which describe this journey. Today we were frightened in a way I've not been frightened before.
There is so much to say about lions. These are striking animals. Habituated as they obviously are to our vehicles, one is almost drawn to reach out a hand to touch the lions. Almost... I suspect that would be a very good way to lose a hand.
As football season comes to a close, it would not be a bad idea for certain teams to think about "painting their dreams." If we think about it, football is like a work of art.
Paula Deen appears to openly despise you and doesn't seem to care if you get fat and sick and perhaps die from eating her bacon-wrapped deep-fried mac-and-cheese butter-dipped donut logs on a stick!
In just the first 15 minutes, we'd already spotted a herd of zebra, a half dozen acacia-munching giraffes and enough warthogs that it was easy to understand why there were so many cheetahs around.
Knowing what's important to one another, and making an honest effort to deliver, will go a long way towards mitigating the potential downside of any unrealistic expectations surrounding Thanksgiving.
It's never nice to lose an elephant, but it was ironically comforting to finally see one passing away from something other than a poacher's bullet.
If Muskingum County officials spent more time getting to know the wild animals around them, they'd know that the first response to a wild animal is not to shoot it.
The lioness knew she was in a bad position. She had too much open ground between her and the herd. Zebras are much faster than a lion, meaning the big cat would have to get within twenty yards without being noticed to have a chance.
I love my travel and I love my photography. On a personal level, I always try to experience the best of both. Seeing the world with different eyes and...
My desire to revisit Zimbabwe is a palpable ache. I feel tremendous guilt that I have deserted these people, but a visit to this country for me would mean imprisonment.
Our wilderness is vanishing. In 1956 there were 450,000 lions; today only 20,000 remain. Why are most people unaware of this? What will raise collective awareness of our vanishing wilderness?
Americans kill hundreds of African lions each year. They don't do it for protection or for food or as a cultural tradition passed down from generatio...