Bushbuck in the camp

Watchful and graceful. The little bushbuck ewe trusts sufficiently to venture inside the camp were people live, not sensing danger. In a perfect world one might see more of her close-up. In a perfect world the wires of the fence might be just the five lines of a stave, equally spaced for hanging notes of a joyous song, celebrating life and coexistence.

This moment of eyeing each other silently across the interspecies divide will soon be over but not lost. The human memory will store the image, enveloped in happy feeling of closeness to living beauty, flesh and blood of a distant kind that shared one instant of life. The bushbuck will be slightly more conditioned to consorting with people.

The camera records the eye that looks and acknowledges being looked at. The brain behind the eye accepts the communal act shared with a foreign breathing being that usually spells danger. An act that conveys the wonder of living on earth with all else and not only with oneself or one’s own.