The younger of the two lion brothers gazes with steely confidence back at me, reflecting a certain pride over their African kingdom.

Gently, he returns the affection, wrapping his searching trunk around his older sibling.

The leopard turns to gaze to me, after dropping its quarry to rest for a moment.

Wary of our presence, a massive bull rises out of the water, mouth agape, warning us not to come any closer.

Faster than the eye can see, the Malachite Kingfisher expels a spitball of its last meal.

He landed quietly next to us, watching as I shifted my attention from the big game ahead to this colorful kaleidoscope in the African bush.

The leopard pauses, looking down carefully, as it prepares to leap to the ground below silhouetted against the ember red glow of the final African sunset moment.

Her dearest moment, of course, like any cat, is her evening stints that fulfill her instinct to explore and hunt.

His royal gaze casually catches a glimpse of me. Deadly quiet, my finger gingerly presses the shutter.

A surfer looks out at the endless horizon as the ocean gently swirls in patterns beneath him.

He took a sidestep, catching the sudden movement nearby in the bushes.

This moment tells of a light leading us into a future where we will once again find ourselves, be heard, and be validated.

His powerful claw grips the freshly taken buck as it gingerly tugs and chews on a tender strip of meat.

A thundering wave rolls forward towards a paddling surfer ready for the ride of their life.

The hyena ambles away from the battle, the buck’s heard firmly in her grip.

Cast against the whitewash of the tumbling wave, the silhouette of a surfer dances against the ocean's movement.

As the burning sunset paints the sky hues of orange, our tracker leads us deep into the heart of the African bush along the winding wilderness tracks.

A young cub is engrossed in a moment, as his younger sister keeps a wary eye on me.

A small flock of geese circles a tower as the last sun rays fall on the horizon, preparing for their annual flight to their migratory nesting grounds.

A shifting ocean reveals an aqua-blue tidal pool enjoyed by early morning revellers.