This (very bad ) photograph has a special place in my heart. It appeals to me as “art” because it is formless yet clearly identifiable, and the colours are accidentally exquisite.
As a memory, it is treasured for the recollection of the terror and delight of the moment when the hippo materialised out of the deep twilight of the Okavango Delta, right in front of my face.
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None, really. I am sure some would advise me to delete this immediately.
…and yes, Mark, I know it is a little “soft”.
I have a similar image, but only in my head, and this clearly communicates the surprise and terror I felt early that morning in the same place. I’d not change a thing! A “great” image? Maybe not but it works for me.
This was the other great scare I had. This time the camera was on auto and the light was good. I think I activated the shutter on reflex, and I cerettainly was not pointing the camera at anything in particular. Sheer luck.
