This is the second of three posts on what I tried to capture in my last visit to Masai Mara. You can see my first post on my website here . ***** “ Spider webs. Lots of them .”, Antony pointed out.   That’s when I noticed them. Hundreds of spider webs were all around us, carefully stitched between the stalks of the tall grass.   We slowed down, soaking in the simple delight  of the discovery.   The golden brown grass wearing shimmering silk hats, swayed gently in the breeze

I so distinctly remember the feelings, the emotions that I went through the first time I had come to the Mara.   It was a family trip, a long cherished one, a dream that had finally come true after quite a few missteps. I was still a novice with the camera, in the throes of that early excitement of a new hobby and deeply convinced that I will return with some award winning images (Spoiler alert – I didn’t).   But more than the excitement I had about going to this magical plac

I put my camera down.   The scene was too amusing to remain detached and focused on mundane things like composition and carefully considered camera settings.   I was sitting on the ground, right in front of the bungalow I was staying in. In front of me a Lion Tailed Macaque was utterly captivated by an empty coconut shell. It studied it closely. It tried to peer through it. It gnawed at it in various ways. After a while, it seemed to get frustrated that it hadn’t unlocked the

The refreshing coolness of the air was what I first registered as I opened the door and stepped out onto the verandah. The joyous awareness of the musical symphony the birds were creating followed a second later.   That insouciant lad whistling gaily in the happy knowledge of the fact that he is going to be skipping school today ? That was the Malabar whistling thrush.   That pedantic knocking of a labourer going about his daily dreary tasks ? That was the barbet.   Then the

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