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If the leopard is a marvel of grace and beauty from the whiskers on its nose to the white tip of its tail, the same cannot be said of lions. Powerful and majestic? Certainly. The top predator of Africa looks the part, but that powerful, majestic body is not what drew my eye when looking through a viewfinder. I have perhaps a hundred photos of lions on my memory card, and almost all focus on the head. With the cubs, it’s the eyes that grip me. With an adult male, it’s the incredible range of expressions. In fact, the photo below is one of only three that I took of lions standing up. The other two were taken a few seconds later and are even worse.
I much prefer the following view of the male.
Okay. Maybe he looks a little like Bert Lahr in The Wizard of Oz, but he’s a lot more impressive lurking quietly in the grass than wandering through the brush.
Sunlight and a sculpted head make beautiful images.
And then a cub turns his eyes on me.
And what eyes!
We came upon four cubs devouring a baby zebra. After a first glance to confirm that we were irrelevant, they returned to feasting.
It didn’t take long for the zebra to become unrecognizable. And as the pieces got smaller, brotherly love turned to fierce competition.
We stopped by the scene next morning. The cubs didn’t leave much.
Where did it all go? It was still there, waiting to be digested twenty-four hours later.
With a little water to wash it down. Note that one cub is a lot smaller than the other. We weren’t sure why.
The cubs are cute, but an adult male is a master of expressions that almost require a human interpretation. The following photos were taken of the same lion over a period of several minutes.
The most memorable encounter with the lions occurred as daylight was failing. Two brothers asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. As the limits of my ISO were exceeded, they proceeded to wash each other like house cats before finally rising and wandering off for the night’s hunt.