Dawn broke with little fanfare, our south-facing hide precluding a view of the rising sun. Colours gradually strengthened in the beautiful “golden hour” light, while the post-sunrise chill surrendered to real warmth. Birds were our first visitors, the whistle-purr of doves’ wings a continuous background track to the developing day.
A month spent in town meant no photos of big-and-hairies, but the promise of warm weather to come and the dry season palette provided ample photo opportunities. “Seeing” photos in one’s yard is a fun exercise, and one that keeps creative juices flowing.
In the dark, claustrophobic pause between sunset and moonrise, we listened as the bats – precision flyers extraordinaire – swooped in and out of the observation window, their just-audible chirrups announcing their (insect) genocidal intent with every visit. Outside the hide, movement at the pan had ceased, the last visitor a scrub hare that paused for a quick drink before bounding off into the bush.
Each month, I’ll be choosing three of my favourite photos as finalists for my “Pic(k) of the Month” series. The criteria are simple – the photos must have been taken (by me) within that calendar month and do not need to be flawless; rather, it’s a subjective selection of photos that tell a story, evoke an emotion, or showcase something interesting. Finalists are posted on my Ko-Fi page two days before the “reveal” right here on my blog site.
