STORY

I caught this moment just before dusk, as the bushveld softened under the low African light. The leopard emerged silently from behind the thickets, almost ghostlike. His amber eyes fixed on something unseen - intent, focused, utterly aware. I stayed still, pressed into the bark of a tree, heart pacing slower than his. In this world, he is both shadow and sun, stillness and strike. The wind held its breath, and so did I. His coat blended perfectly with the dry grass, a camouflage forged by evolution, perfected by survival. He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink, he simply watched. These are the moments that never leave you. Not the chase. Not the roar. But this: quiet, controlled majesty on the edge of action.