We always see spotted hyenas on our Kenya trips, sometimes more sightings than others. On our trip last June they were around at dawn and dusk, lurking about looking for something to scavenge. Hyenas will also make their own kills from time to time, but they definitely weren’t built for speed. The force of their bite, however, makes up for any lack of agility. The Lion King didn’t do much for their popularity, but I’m a fan. Nikon Z8 with Nikkor 500mm PF lens, ISO 12800, f/5.6 at 1/125th of a second.
Your photo inspired me to write a Haiku, in honor of my late father, Peter Butterfield…who continued to be moved and inspired by your vision til the last!! Thank you!
Hyena:
Darkness Visible
I see spirit on your head
God’s creatures we are
Jessie, Thank you so much for this haiku post in honor of your father. I was always touched by your father’s poetic postings and truly miss them. There is poetry all around us: Sean captures it with his lens, but your father showed us with transcendent words. A wonderful combination of two artists, who never met.
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Your photo inspired me to write a Haiku, in honor of my late father, Peter Butterfield…who continued to be moved and inspired by your vision til the last!! Thank you!
Hyena:
Darkness Visible
I see spirit on your head
God’s creatures we are
Thanks Jessie. Just seeing this now. Nice to. have the spirit of your Dad back on the blog. I never met. him but he’s certainly missed.
Jessie, Thank you so much for this haiku post in honor of your father. I was always touched by your father’s poetic postings and truly miss them. There is poetry all around us: Sean captures it with his lens, but your father showed us with transcendent words. A wonderful combination of two artists, who never met.