Tuesday, July 13, 2010

An African Morning

Morning comes gently to the African savanna. As the sun creeps up through the early haze, an abundance of wildlife begins to stir. Baboon troops clamber down from their treetop nests, yawning adults patiently bearing the frisky antics of youngsters eager to greet the day. Wildebeest and zebra quietly make their way along well-worn trails to the water hole; there to be joined by tawny gazelle whose dainty sips barely ripple the lambent surface.
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Stillness hangs in the air, broken only infrequently by questioning cries from the bush. Scattered dust casts the air in golden hues and pale amber grass flutters softly in the long morning shadows. Time stops in its track, as if to rest for the game of survival that will shape the remainder of the day. It is a time of magic - luminous, brief and radiantly beautiful.
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The first time I awoke on the African continent, I felt I had come home. From an early age, pictures of thorn trees at sunset, of lions and elephants, took my breath away and filled my heart with a longing that never left me. Time cemented my love of this land that beckoned with each passing year. It seemed I knew instinctively the breadth of its spacious grass lands, the deep blue sky stretching into infinity, even as I played on treeless streets caked gray with the residue of countless coal fires and factory smokestacks. Although a world removed from the dank, impoverished landscape of my Irish city, I knew I would one day seek this Africa of my dreams.
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5 comments:

  1. OH! MY! GOD! This is SO INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL!!!! Both wonderful photos and lyrical prose.......you are writing a book, here, and it should be submitted when you are done.........FANTASTIC. Cant wait for more! This will be MY long dreamed of trip to Africa!

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  2. What an amazing blog - so glad you told us about this one..Love the photos - so far, I am only an arm-chair traveler, so thanks for taking me in your pocket!

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  3. Post some more pictures please!

    At the age of ten or thereabouts, I read a story about an adventure to the Mountains of the Moon, that's Mt Kilimanjaro, in the Bengali language and all of it came flooding back as I came across your page.

    Keep travelling!

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  4. Now I'm speechless, and teary-eyed. Your words and photos made me feel the way I felt the first time I read Karen Blixen's "Out of Africa" -- when she was still using the nom-de-plume Isak Dinesen.

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  5. I guess this is the most beautiful giraffe I've seen! Also love the elephant shot. I miss safaring a lot...

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I'm glad your travels have brought you to my little corner of blogland! I'm Lynette and I'm interested to know where you've been and what you think...