The little one casually strolls over to the adults, her small steps driven by the call of one of the elders.

A white horse clip clops toward the canopy of the surrounding forest.

A pinkish dusk settles over the small fishing village of Arniston as the call of gulls fills its empty streets.

A tumbling aqua wave splits the ocean from shore as a surfer rides the final break.

The leopard turns to swiftly check for a place of safety, his kill beneath.

He turns, his mouth chewing slowly as he stares back briefly.

A glint of explosive colour reflects off the back of a tiny malachite kingfisher as it turns to leave its observation perch.

In the late afternoon haze, an elephant herd pauses as the matriarch thoughtfully scents the air.

A soft pinkish-orange hue heralds a new dawn as a fisherman patiently awaits the morning catch.

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.